Richard Branson “If your dreams don’t scare you, they are too small.” Illustration by Laurent Guidali Painting by Willem Haenraets Www.Etoile.App
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Christopher Poindexter Art No matter how many times we felt alone in our lives, it didn’t matter anymore, we had each other. We were new; naked. We were white sheets hung over walls of beginnings, the artists of each others destiny. Illustration by Laurent Guidali Painting by Tanya Shatseva Www.Etoile.App
Mary Love A critic is a dying ember Falling from a raging fire of unlived dreams Fuelled by unhappiness lashing out against the light of your bright dreams as their light dims in the cold chill of their dark jealousy critics are cowards Frightened by your courage they cannot harm you when ignored they destroy only themselves Illustration by Laurent Guidali Www.Etoile.App
The Doom of Beauty Michelangelo Buonarroti (1415-1564) Translated from Italian 🇮🇹 “Choice soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see, Mirrored in thy pure form and delicate, What beauties heaven and nature can create, The paragon of all their works to be! Fair soul, in whom love, pity, piety, Have found a home, as from thy outward state We clearly read, and are so rare and great That they adorn none other like to thee! Love takes me captive; beauty binds my soul; Pity and mercy with their gentle eyes Wake in my heart a hope that cannot cheat. What law, what destiny, what fell control, What cruelty, or late or soon, denies That death should spare perfection so complete?” Translated by John Addington Symonds (1840-1893) Illustration by Laurent Guidali Www.Etoile.App
Andrei Tarkovsky "Feelings unspoken are unforgettable" (Nostalghia) #Etoile #ETL #eDition #Quote #Tarkovsky #Tarkovski #AndreiTarkovsky #Nostalghia #Citation #Feelings #Unforgettable #Text #JohnDervishi #illustration #LaurentGuidali Painting by John Dervishi illustration by Laurent Guidali Translated from Italian 🇮🇹
William Shakespeare Sonnet 116 “Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.” Illustration By Laurent Guidali Www.Etoile.App
Pier Paolo Pasolini Sabaudia Translated from Italian 🇮🇹 “Here we are in front of the structure, the shape, the profile of another city. Immersed in a sort of a lagoon grey light, although surrounded by the stunning Mediterranean vegetation. It is Sabaudia. How we laughed us intellectuals upon the architecture of the regime; upon cities like Sabaudia. Yet now watching this city we feel an unexpected feeling. Its architecture is not unreal, it is not laughable. The passing of time made this Littorio architecture to acquire a metaphysical and realistic nature: metaphysical in a European sense of the word; realistic because observing it from a distance we could say that the city is made on a human scale, as we rhetorically say. Inside we have normal families, normal people; complete, entire human beings, full in their humbleness. How do we explain this miraculous thing? A ridiculous, fascist city that probably seems enchanting. We must examine this: Sabaudia was ordered by the regi...
Alfred De Musset Sorrow Translated from French 🇫🇷 “I lost my strength and my life, My friends and my joy; I lost till the pride That made my genius believable. When I knew Truth, I thought she was a friend; When I understood and felt her, I was already disgusted by her. Although, she is eternal, And those who did without her On this Earth didn’t understand anything. God is speaking, we must answer him. The only good I still have in this world Is to have cried sometime” Illustration By Laurent Guidali Painting by Beatriz Guzman Catena Www.Etoile.App
Henry Beston “We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate for having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein do we err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.” Www.Etoile.App Illustration By Laurent Guidali Painting by Émile-Édouard Mouchy
Su Shi Staying up All Night on New Year’s Eve Translated from ancient Chinese 🇨🇳 «The end of the year is drawing near As a snake crawls back to its hole. We see half its body disappear And soon we’ll lose sight of the whole. If we try to tie down its tail, We can’t succeed whate’ er we do. Children will stay up and regale Themselves with feast the whole night through. Cocks, wake not the dawn with your song; Drums, do not boom out the hour now! The wick is burned as I sit long, I rise to see the slanting Plough. Will there be no New Year’s Eve next year? I am afraid time waits for none. Let us enjoy tonight with cheer So that childhood will longer run.» Www.Etoile.App Illustration By Laurent Guidali Painting by Leonid Afremov