Your text's "rasa" (the perfume, the splendor) is full of subtle traces... there's pain, there's amor fati, there's eroticism. I not always stumble upon such mirrors... and it flows through the surface of the web till find me, arising my enthusiastic fires, softly singing of myself. Weird? I'd say so, but as weird as some unique pebble, a forgotten dream.
Your text's "rasa" (the perfume, the splendor) is full of subtle traces... there's pain, there's amor fati, there's eroticism. I not always stumble upon such mirrors... and it flows through the surface of the web till find me, arising my enthusiastic fires, softly singing of myself. Weird? I'd say so, but as weird as some unique pebble, a forgotten dream.
Such beautiful praise! Thank you!