"Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.
La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I went along outside as if I saw a different concept of the world, the dizzy pilot of a black prow which ...
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I wen...
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