"The touched heart madly stirs,your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation,every sound is speech...
Once again Love, that loosener of limbs,bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing,seizes me.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Once again Love, that loosener of limbs,bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing,seizes me.