Visions from the gods are gifts alone for those who wander.
She was a free bird: queen of the world and laughing.
In life, more than in anything else, it isn’t easy to end up alive.
So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontime’s hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies draping wearily,we slept, I slept...
A girl without braids is like a mountain without waterfalls.
I ran across an excerpt today (in English translation) of some dialogue/narration from the modern popular writer, Paulo Coelho in his book: Aleph.(Note: bracketed text is mine.)… ‘I spoke to three scholars,’ [the character says...
Intoxication, like sexual euphoria, is the privilege of the human animal.