We do not picture the empty seat. We do not plan our loss. We lie to ourselves that nothing will change. Of the man, the bull, the boss. The biggest...
You still burn bright. As I fight the cruel light which taunts me with fading. We must find where to dance, My Love. A dancehall, Where every tune's...
Talk to me then, of raindrops. The ones that lay whole on your face. And wash away guilt and nourish the soul. They say. But they don’t. The rain of...