BOOK COVER SUMMARY: You are a prisoner in a concentration camp. A dying Nazi soldier asks for your forgiveness. What do you do? – – – He lapsed into silence, seeking for words. He wants something from me, I thought, for I could not imagine that he had brought me here merely as an audience.
My darlings, Once again our beloved mummy has been arrested and now she and daddy are away in jail. My heart bleeds as I think of her sitting in some police cell far away from home, perhaps alone and without anybody to talk to, and with nothing to read. Twenty-four hours of the day longing
The nation of the palm of your hand, how I’ve hounded its rivers and been lost in its dunes in search of the reddest fountain of mercury that would summon with its ancient gong, there above the moon of your lips, your rising smile. Peloponnesus of ivory and bronze your hand’s minute map, a puddle