some privileged beings can pass their lives in admiring it, and in finding, ceaselessly, the varying phenomena that enchant them
Giovanna Cerahas quoted8 years ago
Love is like the ocean: seen superficially, or in haste, it is called monotonous by common souls, whereas
Giovanna Cerahas quoted8 years ago
They played together, like children, with nothings, nothings that brought them ever back to their love, ceasing their play only to fall into a revery of the "far niente