I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Flower dreams
I remember, one day While sitting Just like that You made on A pack of cigarettes Kept on my table A sketch of a plant Come and see it now A flower has apppeared on it ~ Translated from Gulzar's Koi Baat Chale...
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