Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and let us value all the rumors of the austere old men of one penny. Suns are able to set and rise: but once the brief light falls for us once and for all, an everlasting night has to be slept. Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then another thousand, then a second hundred, then another thousand continuously, then a hundred. Then when we will have made many thousands, we will throw them into disorder lest we know or lest it is possible to cast and evil eye to know just how many kisses.
 GaryIraOak · Sat Mar 03, 2007 @ 01:38am · 2 Comments |
