Svajūnas Dačkevičius. Senility
Stooping, deaf in the ageing hours Hobbling towards the house of God Through streets of strewn flowers, Nearer to your own you trod. And your eyes lift to the skies, … Read More
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Stooping, deaf in the ageing hours Hobbling towards the house of God Through streets of strewn flowers, Nearer to your own you trod. And your eyes lift to the skies, … Read More
– Wha-a-a-at is this? – What? – What is this? I’m asking you, – the PE teacher was vigorously pointing his finger into my birth certificate. On the reverse side … Read More