But leave me alone, leave me alone, to myself!
And then in the room, whose is the presence
that makes the air so still and lovely to me?
– D. H. Lawrence
verloren im surrealen der Realität. Ertränkt durch das Leben.
But leave me alone, leave me alone, to myself!
And then in the room, whose is the presence
that makes the air so still and lovely to me?
– D. H. Lawrence