Lypophrenia

Anselm Feuerbach celebrates a woman of monumental size. Were she to stand up, she would burst out of the canvas. No one else in the ...

"But I! I would have given you everything. I would have sold all, worked for you with my hands, I would have begged on the ...

Oh thank you, for your love
Thank you for your love
When all is falling in the seizure of pain
Oh thank you, for your ...

«It was a fine day. In the west there was a massive stand of cumulus cloud so like a city seen from a distance—from the bow of an approaching ship—that it might have had a name. Lisbon. Hackensack. The sun was hot. Neddy Merrill sat by the green water, one hand in it, one around a glass of gin.»

«Then it occurred to him that by taking a ...

Quiero llorar mi pena y te lo digo
para que tú me quieras y me llores
en un anochecer de ruiseñores,
con un puñal, con besos y contigo.

Quiero matar al único testigo
para el asesinato de mis flores
y convertir mi llanto y mis sudores
en eterno montón de duro trigo.

Que no se acabe nunca la madeja
del te quiero me quieres, siempre ardida
con ...