When you take another deep dive into the rabbit hole of song meanings, musings and otherwise and get to understand him on that deeper level:
Love minus zero
Bob Dylan.
Elle pensait à lui
Pas comme on pense à quelqu’un qu’on aime sagement
Mais comme on pense à quelqu’un qui est l'autre partie de soi
Elle l'aurait reconnu entre mille silences, les yeux fermés
Elle le voulait
Comme on veut l’air
après avoir trop longtemps
retenu son souffle.
Deseo cultivar tus versos en mi boca,
morderlos despacio
hasta provocar en tu alma el estremecer.
Hacernos éxtasis divino en todo nuestro ser,
empapados de esa lluvia húmeda llamada placer.
Inundarme de tu poesía cósmica,
la que me recorre la piel toda la noche.
Amor…
This is always such an atmospheric time of year, a time of mists and shadows, of fading colours and quiet stillness. It's easy to let your imagination run away with you in the woods, where there are unseen eyes in the undergrowth and whispers on every breath of wind. Or maybe I've just been eating way too much cheese again.
📍 Peak District, England
People who love the rain are called
Pluviophiles ☔️
They find a sense of peace, well-being, and deep contentment in rainy weather
I’m definitely one of them
For example, Positano, Italy 🇮🇹
To me, its beauty in the rain is absolutely superior to its beauty under the sun
@bill_fond@Liminal1988 Playing musical instruments or venturing into nature. Nature resets my brain and nervous system and music does the same by building oxytocin levels.