"What is love?", the boy thought. He had no memory of love it seemed. Years had passed by in the walk of his life, cities changed, inhabitants changed..
This something is happening around here. Out of the depths of a helpless man devoid of lust or any excitement akin to it this something is happening a..
Under a warm sun in winterAnd i think of her...Of fermented llimbsTurned a second skin, and her soft ones.Of wet forest and undergrowth;I, being away ..