Ngôi nhà của tôi dường như đầy đủ mọi người, “Ông quan sát.” Có thể chúng tôi đã mong đợi.
If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black