June 2011
“There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.”
— Tennessee Williams
Absence. Pablo Neruda.
walkurenritt:
I have scarcely left you when you go in me, crystalline, or trembling, or uneasy, wounded by me or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes close upon the gift of life that without cease I give you. My love, we have found each other thirsty and we have drunk up all the water and the blood, we found each other hungry and we bit each other as fire bites, leaving wounds...