Nothing to add.
marzo 14, 2010
There is nothing I can add
to the endless lines
that have been written about love
except for the absolute,
conclusive certainty
that they are all true.
Even the worst ones,
the cringe-worthy ones,
the ones that make me
want to hide with shame
under my blanket
until I have to get out again
for a gasp of fresh air
and yet another share
of plain and straight reality.
