E tutto congiura a tacere di noi, in parte come vergogna, o forse come speranza indicibile.
Elegie duinesiHe shrugged. 'I know you're the type' 'Type?' 'The type that doesn't let things go
Never Coming BackThe sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.
The Wanderereverything that is scattered comes together in words everything that is lost comes back in poetry.
Sanober Khan