It's been six months, half a year, Yet still that dy day remains chrystal clear. All the pain and stupidity to follow, And then awaking late on the 'morrow, Looking straight into Mothers eyes, Hiding with giggles my choaked, helpless… — Elizabeth Revontlow Copy Share Image
I thought that, when I came to New York, that I would have a very life here for three months or three and a half months. And my impression is that it won't be so quiet as I wanted. — Mario Vargas Llosa Copy Share Image
