The soul has deep stages.
We first let ourselves be charmed,
Then convince. They are two worlds.
Understanding is beyond loving.
To love, to understand: this is the pinnacle.
The Heart, this bird of the valley,
On the first degree stops;
Spirit flies to the other rung.
The lover succeeds the archangel;
The kiss, then the firmament;
The point of darkness is changing
At a point of radiation.
Put love on this earth
In the empty floating blades of grass.
This herb becomes, oh mystery!
The dark nest in the depths of spring.
Adds, removing her veil,
From light to the blessed nest.
And the nest will become the star
In the forest of infinity.
Collection: Songs from the streets and the woods (1865). Victor Hugo
The beauty of a photograph is made up of three essential angles: the frame, the brightness and the sound. This long poem that you write yourself. Work of Gokhan Altintas Photography realized with the beautiful Lucie Jan a soft winter night in a private domain in Deauville.