tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525336614537205367.post8859336312890626290..comments2024-01-25T22:17:57.303+02:00Comments on The Cybercades Project: Wolf, who are you?xtinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382568987548153336noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525336614537205367.post-84003304227308323302008-06-30T20:25:00.000+03:002008-06-30T20:25:00.000+03:00We are born eaten.We are born eaten.xtinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12382568987548153336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525336614537205367.post-35509306197070634162008-06-30T20:24:00.000+03:002008-06-30T20:24:00.000+03:00My sleeping one is me.My sleeping one is me.xtinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12382568987548153336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525336614537205367.post-48424488167491767592008-06-30T20:23:00.000+03:002008-06-30T20:23:00.000+03:00A disturbing lover who tells not his name but his ...A disturbing lover who tells not his name but his impulse, his appetite, his choice of object, his food<BR/><BR/>-Her I shall choose<BR/>A fresh-faced one among the fresh<BR/><BR/>Time watches<BR/>Over all the graves it digs.<BR/>At the edge of the ear:<BR/>-It is I, my sleeping one!xtinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12382568987548153336noreply@blogger.com