He cultivated a white rose in July as in January for the sincere friend who gives me his hand. And for the cruel one who tears out the heart with which I live , thistle or nettle cultivation , I cultivate a white rose.
Look a little closer, look a bit longer, don't you see the invisible women reaching for the dark space where her face should be. not clamped hands reaching for the floating crown. wait in till the illogical becomes logical