(In between deadlines. In between flights. In between time and space. In between dreams and nightmares)
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Thursday, October 12, 2006
The Zahir
"All that will disappear. What remains will be the love that moves the bearer, the stars, people, flower, insects, the love that obliges us all to walk across the ice, despite the danger, that fills us with joy and with fear, and gives meaning to everything."