Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.
life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages.
And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.
A man was the cause of it all. An unarmed man with a weapon.
Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible
Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you.