Lettere dal delirio

Querelle De Brest...


Each Man Kills The Thing He LovesYet each man kills the thing he loves by each let this be heard, some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word, thecowarddoes it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword!Some kill their love when they are young, and some when they are old; somestranglewith the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold: the kindest use a knife, because the dead so soon grow cold.Some love too little, some too long, some sell, and others buy; some do the deed with many tears, and some without a sigh: for each man kills the thing he loves,Yet each man does not die.GIà...