"Tereza's death hurt me so much, it was as if I had two heads smashing into each other. One was full of mown love, the other of hate. I wanted the love...
Today the grass listens when I speak of love. It seems to me that this word isn't honest even with itself.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Today the grass listens when I speak of love. It seems to me that this word isn't honest even with i...
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