Little imperfections on very old paper. And Night. So perfect for observing nature.
Πάμε να κάνουμε έρωτα σε ένα μουσείο τέχνης. Σου αξίζει να καρφωθείς στον τοίχο, είσαι αριστούργημα.
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We loved each other in the darkness of nights,
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— Pandelis Prevelakis, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “I Knew With You Those Quiet Hours,”
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