Because of the gilt armoires, the piano in the drawing room, the velvet curtains closing on dressing assistants, the women emerging all iconic praline the chivalric man shaped penguins;
Key ignition The day is a blanket round a heater a matchbox burning in a fireplace grate. The conference is compulsory, the breakfast; a cold knife battle with butter
What I didn't want to say to you is that to me, love is like when all the 5,000 pieces of you scatter and land like paving slabs. What I didnt want to say to you, is that to me