“How lovely she was in her raiments of silk and levantine purple; the fabric provocatively set off the sheen of her white shoulders, which glistened with the sweat of the world. I was on the verge of giving in to the dangerous enticements of her caresses when I realized that I recognized her from an earlier encounter, back at the dawn of time.”
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“Caresses are a wind blowing from within. (Les caresses sont un vent - Qui souffle du dedans.)”
“Un rêve qui ne change pas les dimensions du monde est-il vraiment un rêve ?”
“He was used to millions screaming his name, but only one voice saved his soul.”
“La poésie n'est pas une tradition, c'est un rêve primitif, c'est l'éveil des images premières.”
“When I wake I ask myself, how much longer before they will just let me die?" - Tier, Clutch”