Saturday, December 25, 2010

It is time

It is time, my beautiful mirror image, (is it funny to write "again?") for what we have always had. Don't let's mention "harmony" either because that is your idea and you have very stupid taste. Your bad taste and your senseless humor owe to those unlashed eyes with no envy, perfect mirror. This time was long or short and strange — you would say singular — but not itself again yet. Again, after all. Well, your reflection is so beautiful; I envy it.