Monday, December 17, 2007
The stage and the death: third part
"What are you saying? I can hear you speaking, resounds your tone-colour or may be is just a breath filled with sons… the air advises, brushes and pushes him towards me…you are asking for something I see, but you know a hand cannot touch without destroying…go, you will have your time… What are you...
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