We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else ( Read more... )

This book is completely, utterly wonderful, so I am going to subject you to quotage.

"You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. I think pearls melted over your bones."

" You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of ( Read more... )

"As she drove home through the streets of the darkening valley she could barely see for the tears. They slid down the sides of her face, cold on her hot cheeks. They trickled into her mouth, tasting of salt. Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow."

- Francesca Lia Block, 'Giants'

"What shall we do, all of us? All of us passionate ( Read more... )