Attend me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away. Audre Lorde
Attend me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away.
No idea stays pure. Even the flowering of art isn't pure. And the sun has spots. Gunter Grass
No idea stays pure. Even the flowering of art isn't pure. And the sun has spots.