“Beloved in whose body I rest, What will your dream be like when I have sought you without finding you? Oh, my love, most sweet as the allusion of a spikenard between distant brown scents, What will become of your… — Eunice Odio Copy Share Image
“…Beloved, Today I have sought you throughout my city and your strange city, where the buildings do not rejoice to the sun, like shells… — Eunice Odio Copy Share Image
“Beloved in whose body I rest, What will your dream be like when I have sought you without finding you? Oh, my love, most… — Eunice Odio Copy Share Image
