Of course you want them, those bodies where time has not yet buried deep its horns — isn’t desire the closest friend of the sun? Yes, you want them, as if each one were the last, the last body your body would ever have for loving.
Of course you want them, those bodies where time has not yet buried deep its horns — isn’t desire the closest friend of the sun? Yes, you want them, as if each one were the last, the last body your body would ever have for loving.
Eugenio de Andrade
Alexis Levitin
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