"I have sliced the waters of beauty in the evening when the hills close themselves like birds' wings folded. When the wind stoops..may there be nothing found but a pinch of dust."
Rhoda, the Waves of Virginia
domingo, 3 de mayo de 2009
Mi manera de quererte, belleza ciega. Abro los ojos en la cúspide de tus labios, que son besos...
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