“…music was like a rose blooming on a boundless snow-covered plain of silence.” ~ Milan Kundera
“…it was a sense of beauty that cured her of her depression and imbued her with a new will to live…” ~ Milan Kundera
She wears my love like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing, her movements something else.
Oh, love, like a screaming flower
Love dying every hour.
Ah, you don't know if it's fear or desire,
Danger the drug that takes you higher?
Head of heaven, fingers in the mire
Her heart is racing you can't keep up.
The night is bleeding like a cut
Between the horses of love and lust we are trampled underfoot. ~ U2
“…everything normal is beautiful!” ~ Milan Kundera
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