onsdag 13. juni 2012

There is no one who can kiss without feeling the smile of those without face; There is no one who can touch an infant and forget the immobile skulls of horses.


Everything else all passes away.
Now blush without name. 
Perpetual star.
Everything else is something else;
Sad wind, while the leaves flee,
whirling in flocks.


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