CATEGORY cinema
who’s gonna put up with that?
Away, away…
Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips… Our silences, our words… Light that goes, light that returns. A single smile between us. In quest of knowledge, I watched night create day while we seemed unchanged. O beloved all, beloved of one alone, your mouth silently promised to be happy. Away, away says hate; Closer,…
the infinitive possibilities of dreams
water in the vast ocean
the prelude tells of pain and reverie
different concepts of time
a round in a bar
during the summer monsoon
