If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But…
...now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
the ordering of objects couldn’t hide what’s missing.
... love is not these belongings that surround you,
though there’s meaning in the memories they hold.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map