Maxioms by Louis Aragon
Love is made by two people in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd but in an read more
Love is made by two people in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd but in an oblivious crowd.
O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have read more
O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.
