“I will haunt you” said Cathy to Heathcliff.
Cathy from Emily Bronte like Rebecca in Daphne Du Maurier’s novel and Hitchcock’s movie are the worse role model a girl can have, annihilators, but their departure brought these stories a new dimension, the haunted one. Both novel become fascinating only after the aftermath of their death. They are the real femmes fatales of my childhood. I disliked them so much. Cathy and her superficiality, Rebecca and her sickening need of power showed me Love is something you can’t control or choose. Their story always echoed in me as their ghosts. This is when hatred dances with love, a slow Machiavellic waltz, this is when sometimes love is a travesty of power.
We all do it, dance with darkness, dance with death, young or old, from far or much closer. We all see the sand-glass of time passing and feel the burn of the earth transforming into dust. We bend, accept what we are deeply built to refuse. We scream and cry, we mourn in deep silence, we evaporate into the cave of our fear or we act without any.
It makes us hate and it makes us love, but most of all it makes us exist as a contrast.
I see ghosts sometimes but they are never the ones I lost.
The Raven's Nest 
How I love Wuthering Heights and this image of yours! Great work!
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Thank you Alex. This is one of my favorite place in the underground world where the water never dries. This is where Hades should have met Heathcliff, this is where Persefone should have teach Cathy.
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a funny movie to relax: “The Gaspards” French film set in the catacombs under Paris 1973 … !!!
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:))
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So intense. I love Cathy.
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Thank you!
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🙂
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Ah, I love this. The image and the words, resonate so much.. ‘We all do it, dance with darkness, dance with death, young or old, from far or much closer. We all see the sand-glass of time passing and feel the burn of the earth transforming into dust. We bend, accept what we are deeply built to refuse. We scream and cry, we mourn in deep silence, we evaporate into the cave of our fear or we act without any.’ We are so full, so complex and so beautiful.
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Puzzled in simplicity as nature in us, what we forget we are or hide from ourselves. But it is there as the most beautiful part. Wild and pure without right or wrong, without judgement only a delicate balance always struggling to survive. Thank you for you appreciation Jeni!
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“I see ghosts sometimes but they are never the ones I lost.” Brilliant! The photo is awesome too.
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Fantastic picture, epic last line!
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thank you so much!
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I enjoyed this post, especially your thoughts.
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Thank you very much to leave a comment and to have enjoyed this particular post.
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I really enjoyed my visit to your blog.
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Please feel free to visit and reach often even if I may be every inconsistent in my posts. Your blog is mesmerizing, especially when you write (last post was a real hit with me) however I couldn’t find the comment box so I am glad you left couple of gentle notes on my blog, it offered me a chance to say so. Thank you so much.
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Hello Agnes 🙂 thank you so much for your kind words. On my blog, each post has a comment section just under the title, next to the date. Your life and your writing are also very interesting. Thank you for sharing.
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This, is a brilliant post.
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Thank you so much for your appreciation
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