"Bokura wa Onaji Sora no Shita de...." No matter how far apart we are, we're still under the same sky.
Japanese poem Haiku by MATSUO Basho (1644~1694) 物言へば 唇寒し 秋の風 "When I speak / my lips are lonely / as the autumn wind"
Victor Hugo by Nadar
Charles Baudelaire photographed by Nadar (Gaspard-Félix Tournachon).
Felix Nadar, Self-portrait, ca. 1865. -- Yes; Felix was sure of it: Penelope was sneaking chocolate again.
rinko kawauchi from her book 'utatane'