“scattered cracking sounds bristling gaps in the wood every now and then the red mark of a gunshot splinters of a language forgotten or, who knows, in a state of shards, bursting leaps, uproars and stellar winds or the simple… — Lorand Gaspar Copy Share Image
“the air veined with balancings in the rootless spaces where endless worlds are formed and dissolve snow duvet dancing in the night beating in… — Lorand Gaspar Copy Share Image
“scattered cracking sounds bristling gaps in the wood every now and then the red mark of a gunshot splinters of a language forgotten or,… — Lorand Gaspar Copy Share Image
“you will need an infinite patience to learn again to love as not long ago a fire lost in the distance halting you at… — Lorand Gaspar Copy Share Image
