Tu l’as attendu au bout du quai pendant des heures. Il ne s’est jamais pointé. Ce que tu as rêvé ne tenait plus. Tu as dû tout recommencer.

Fabien Deglise. (via la-reponse)

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Costume sketch for the street dancer from the ballet Petrushka by Igor Stravinsky (1911). Alexander Benois (Russian, 1870-1960). Watercolour, pencil and silverpaint on paper.
Benois began his career at the Mariinsky Theatre as a scenic designer, and quickly expanded his role to be at the forefront of ballet set and costume design. His most famous production was Petrushka, in 1911, a production in which he also co-wrote the libretto with composer Igor Stravinsky. 

books0977:

Costume sketch for the street dancer from the ballet Petrushka by Igor Stravinsky (1911). Alexander Benois (Russian, 1870-1960). Watercolour, pencil and silverpaint on paper.

Benois began his career at the Mariinsky Theatre as a scenic designer, and quickly expanded his role to be at the forefront of ballet set and costume design. His most famous production was Petrushka, in 1911, a production in which he also co-wrote the libretto with composer Igor Stravinsky. 

The Lark Ascending: George Meredith & Ralph Vaughan Williams

« He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound,
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.

For singing till his heaven fills,
‘Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup
And he the wine which overflows
to lift us with him as he goes.

Till lost on his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings. »

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« Elle s’élève et se met à tourner,
Elle laisse tomber la chaîne argentée du son,
sans séparer ses nombreux anneaux,
Avec force pépiements, sifflements, liaisons et tremblements.

Car en chantant jusqu’à ce que son ciel soit repu,
C’est l’amour de la terre qu’elle insuffle,
et à chaque coup d’aile,
Notre vallée devient sa coupe dorée
Et elle est le vin qui déborde
Pour nous élever avec elle lors de son prochain envol.

Jusqu’à ce que, perdue sur ses anneaux aériens,
Dans la lumière, puis l’imagination chante. »

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