ForePlay: Credo In Unum Deum Omnipotentem
My oldest memory in this life: A summer evening. I am seven. My poor mother sits by my bed in the last light of a day that only brought darkness and death. Night falls through the window of the silent attic when she sings, no when she sighs slow and sadly this madly talking blues. And now I ask you... Sign in to see full entry.