“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.”
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“Every man carries within him his dose of natural opium, incessantly secreted and renewed.”
“Every man carries within him his dose of natural opium, incessantly secreted and renewed.”
“You are an autumn sky, suffused with a rose. Yet sadness rises in me like the sea, and on…”
“Let me rest in your love. – But no, – love will give me no rest.”