His Highness is still fighting with the cold…a bell on His Impertinence…
His Highness is still fighting with the cold…a bell on His Impertinence… Read More »
…I went swimming, I read, I fooled around in The Library, I cooked and I read again and now I’m here, my Love…all these while thinking of you…
My Love…is this irony? If not, well…todaaay, Read More »
…a trumpet on the Mid-Galaxy…slipping on The Path, down to the border, down in the bazaar…The Great Sweetness…lost…crazy florals, negative distance…lost again…
Deep intrusion, bells on the swan lines… Read More »