miðvikudagur, janúar 03, 2007


Do old lovers remember our bodies? Do they remember the contours and weights of us? Do they think of us in the dark or in the daytime? Do phantoms of our physical presence loom up before them on certain days of the year? Do they remember how it felt to touch us and how it felt when we touched them, and which would we have them remember if we had to choose?

2 ummæli:

tristan sagði...

i remember every girl and woman ... and i miss them all !

Nik sagði...


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