I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.
I have dreamed so much of you,
Walked so often, talked so often with you,
Loved your shadow so much.
Nothing is left me of you.
Nothing is left of me but a shadow among shadows,
A being a hundred times more shadowy than a shadow,
A shadowy being who comes, and comes again, in your sunlit life.
Лучшее
Материалы сайта предназначены для лиц старше 16 лет (16+)