Marcet P.

       A Rope Let Down From Heaven


.....Cement together, bird-fashion, by dint of continuous pressure...


.....Kisses seemed to spring from her eyes....


.....The National Anthem of their live....


.....One becomes moral as soon  as one is unhappy....


.....Pacifism often breeds wars and tolerance criminality....


.....And her hair, like a strange and fascinating plant, lay over her brow, displaying all the delicate tracery of its foliation.;