12.12.2015

“Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence."

1 comment:

Anjopoesia Anp said...

Parabéns pelo espaço...gostei