It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of temp...
Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an...
السنون تمضي بتكتم على رؤوس أصابعها ساخرةً بصوتٍ هامس وفجأةً ترعبنا في المرآة تضرب فجأة ركبنا أو تغمد خنجراً في ظهرنا الشيخوخة تهاجمنا يوماً بعد يوم لكنها تتكشف بوضوح مع إكتمال كل عقد
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