The desire to write is a companion at night, for many months.
The word has replaced the white sheet of paper, perhaps only for
physical fatigue after many hours spent on books each day.
Sometimes I wish that all the words that I had come from inside the sun,
and had them write me.
The word has replaced the white sheet of paper, perhaps only for
physical fatigue after many hours spent on books each day.
Sometimes I wish that all the words that I had come from inside the sun,
and had them write me.