Afternoon. On this document in two languages there is the stamp of a notary. It is now official. You hesitate, and then let it pass from your hands so that it can fly across the globe. It is now time to cut these threads between you and the River Yauza. It is done. Are these your tears, or are they a dragon's blood? Ah, Lucia, all my life I wanted to tell you, your heart was the key to a thousand suns, although you enjoy sipping on your doubt, as if it were an aged wine.
|White Chrysanthemum (Egon Schiele)|
And what if then you had a word from the Lord of Sound: Hush, my dear. Weep no more for me. Your new piety shall be as a silken sigh. So let your breath be your beauty, my own. It shall be exactly so simple, just like this: "Ahh...."
Come, now, and join with the rest of us in this celestial conference.