Deep down inside we always seek for our departed loved ones
There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.
Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lie
From this height the sleeping city seems like a child's construction, a model which has refused to be constrained by imagination. The volcanic plug might be black Plasticine, the castle balanced solid...
Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die
The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoug...