Every means of communication what is call languages are mysteries
I am a foreigner in an insulated capsule
I taste. I explore. I take samples to try and break loneliness
I'm learning. Maybe, one day, I will be truely able to write and talk.

mardi 17 septembre 2013

At last she comes by R. L . STEVENSON


At last she comes, O never more
In this dear patience of my pain
To leave me lonely as before,
Or leave my soul alone again.




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