at the critical moment, as if remembering he is a man, joseph becomes an agent of pure access who penetrates through every door. no longer the fish or gazelle, he is likened now to a falcon. then she tears off his clothes lol
at the critical moment, as if remembering he is a man, joseph becomes an agent of pure access who penetrates through every door. no longer the fish or gazelle, he is likened now to a falcon. then she tears off his clothes lol
a friend at the march reminded me of this poem by Nâzım Hikmet, maybe my favorite in any language:
a friend at the march reminded me of this poem by Nâzım Hikmet, maybe my favorite in any language: