- “Love is the liberty of being a prisoner to your beloved, and somehow that is not a contradiction.”
O secret poet, O secret poet! Where art thou, artificer?
It seems I can only keep bad company.
(More Nietzsche and some Junot Díaz to follow.)
Et tu, Sanity?
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José P.
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