Iโm tired, canโt think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
Franz KafkaEvery thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.
Franz KafkaOne has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark
Franz Kafka