...see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry. Thomas Pynchon
Di carte, destini e cieli a metà. "Jornu pi jornu, quali ca fussi ’u tempu, m’addumava la luci du so lampu. E ora ca chiovi isu la facci ’u cielu.
Ca larmi e sbrizzi ’nsemi parunu un ciumi sulu" #oliviasellerio https://t.co/Pg3aYm3HLI