At first it seemed strange to hang out with such a man on an old Vespa. It’s like you’re carrying a huge cold crystal block. But when, already at the villa on the dirt road, he stopped holding on to the handles under the seat and grabbed my ribs, it became somehow calmer - he is also a person, he has hands. It was hot in Adriana's villa, so our sleeves were rolled up and our buttons undone a little more than usual.

Where the image of a city comes from, and I am ardently convinced of this, the main thing is in which of them you happened to fall in love and be in love. Leaving aside the insidious question “who?”, the ideal places for playing giveaway with Cupid seem to me to be, of course, Paris, any seaside cities and towns - St.

* read 'n of denis' - this is a mathematical designation for plurality and multiplicity. read yellow and then it's a poem whether I have a TV or a hoarse voice, but what I have, it moves to the left without the right The tightly hanging branches of the weeping willow cover the entire space around the tree. I push them apart and enter. The branches converge high above into an opaque dome, like in a church. Inside there is a dusty yellow, stuffy heat.