Fligh, bird fligh, hover on the human madness, sail, flee from this nothingness... Comtemplate the absolute with your penetrating eyes. Absurdity of
Tulkojums: Skumjas. Likums Vi - Red Script.
dead leaf slips over my cheek and wipes my tears of sorrow, my tears of sorrow. Act VI - Red Script ------------------- Oh yes, she was again, misery
