STILL FIGHTING FOR INDEPENDENCE WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN BORN FREE
Like a witch in the era of the Popes, dear heart of the shell-fish, daunted and haunted by your own spirits, unable to hush, unable to shout, you secretly wane and wax, in a moonless lifetime with no merits. Like a cry at the age of the deaf, dear child of the starfish, armed and alarmed for the... Sign in to see full entry.