26 mai 2007
6
26
/05
/mai
/2007
07:54
There is a plant he knows of near El Taj, whose heart, if one cuts it out, is replaced with a fluid containing herbal goodness. Every morning one can drink the liquid the amount of a missing heart. The plant continues to flourish for a year before it dies from some lack or other. (…)
Her life with others, no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute and secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal,their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book. The english patient