Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

I, too, can press a knife, inflict the healing wound.

I see the classic statues dripping blood.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

You don’t want to hear the story

of my life, and anyway

I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen

to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.

And anyway it’s the same old story—

a few people just trying,

one way or another,

to survive.

Mostly, I want to be kind.

You are killing me, but you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you. Come оn and kill me. I do not care who kills who.

Let me be as warm air that billows you, let me be as irresistibly soft scent