Nothing Else Matters* From youI don’t want anything newno more giftsnor the scent of landscapesrising to fill us,no bouquets of insightleft by my headin the tenderness of morning, no intoxicationof thoughts that open horizonswhere rooms are low,nor the sever of… Continue reading

Nothing Else Matters* From youI don’t want anything newno more giftsnor the scent of landscapesrising to fill us,no bouquets of insightleft by my headin the tenderness of morning, no intoxicationof thoughts that open horizonswhere rooms are low,nor the sever of… Continue reading