i recall the passion... |
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are loved, hidden, between the shadow and the soul. I love yo... Posted by on Tue, 20 Dec 2005 09:42:00 GMT |
...quizás él tiene razón |
A Song of Despair
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!C... Posted by on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:24:00 GMT |