“The arc of my dream, the curve of my desires, the hand on my wound. You move forward, shifting and fragile, in the sinuous possible interlacings. The regular and intangible arrow come from heaven guides me through it. It bends,… — Anne de Gandt Copy Share Image
“The arc of my dream, the curve of my desires, the hand on my wound. You move forward, shifting and fragile, in the sinuous… — Anne de Gandt Copy Share Image
“I seek a woman, the woman of my desires. Who won’t be scared by loyalty and truth, nor turn away from the darkness of… — Anne de Gandt Copy Share Image
“Couples follow each other, sure of themselves and bold, in the starchy set of the easy ways. The concessions gap is growing. Dominant models… — Anne de Gandt Copy Share Image
“I hide myself to avoid others; but the lust for life reasserts itself, through the boredom or in the inflection of distress. It's an… — Anne de Gandt Copy Share Image
“Red my memory, red my despair. Red my nights, red my bloody pain. What would I become without you, colour of my entrails?” — Anne de Gandt Copy Share Image
