Annons
Annons

The world cannot bear the weightlessness of sparrows, or the confetti of our illegible addresses, the moon’s breathless ascent. The world cannot bear it. So the world makes heavy things, like airplanes and skyscrapers, like your heart. And heavy things fall down. Because the world cannot bear them either.


 



En fin sång
Ett fantastiskt kök
En god maträtt
En bra idé.

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A beautiful song, an amazing kitchen, a tasty dish and a truth.

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