“I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one can stop the river of your hands, your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky. and: From the stormy archipelagos I brought my windy accordion, waves of crazy rain, the habitual slowness of natural things: they made up my wild heart.”
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 18:38:14 +0000
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