Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me...
(fragmento del "Ulysses", James Joyce)
(San Sebastián - 5 abril 2007)
Posted by Barro on Monday, April 09, 2007 at 3:19 AM |Permalink
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