Thomas Hayward – Icarus
The love felt almost divine. It was warm and welcoming. Just like home. I pursued it without seeing the warning …
The love felt almost divine. It was warm and welcoming. Just like home. I pursued it without seeing the warning …
La guerre est toujours la défaite absolue de l’art, et de la poésie en particulier. C’est le sentiment que l’on …
The raindrops of the white city. Reminiscence of another life. The sounds of my tinnitus becoming more and more oppressive. …
She passed away the day I flew to Montreal. I used to sing to her when I was little “ …
« Violente Douceur », pour déformer un fragment de discours amoureux, parle à qui l’on aime, à qui l’on a aimé, à …