28 Ocak 2012, Cumartesi
saat: 01:23
There is in my heart something like the reflection of a beautiful dream that I no longer remember.
For a person who has never seen it, Nerval once said to Gautier, a lotus is still a lotus; for me it is only a kind of onion..Was that the tragedy of love Foer was talking about : "you can't love anything more than something you miss"?
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but "in another life, I'd make you stay.."
