In my imagination
I know you will never be mine
But still I close my eyes
And imagine how beautiful it would be
Philadelphia, May 1892
A soul passing through the Portal stopped halfway and said to Life:
“What have …
I know you will never be mine
But still I close my eyes
And imagine how beautiful it would be
Philadelphia, May 1892
A soul passing through the Portal stopped halfway and said to Life:
“What have …
This place…
So calm
So nebulous
So sad
So mysterious
So difficult to decipher
This place…
That I did not know
That I did not frequent
That the void surrounds
Tha…
In our reading books there was the fable of the old man who on his deathbed makes his children believe that a treasure is hidden in his vineyard. They only have to look. The children dig, but there is no trace of treasure. When autumn comes, however, the vineyard yields like no other in the whole country.