On Love
“Because you are my hometown homecoming, a station on my route and a providential passenger on my voyage towards death.” H. Catz 
“I want to make love to you and for the evening to fall on our hands. For the night to come undone in whimpers, sighs and silences.” H. Catz
“Because my whole being is scooped out to take you in, to kill the horror… so we can finally be song. I want to love you, my love, and unlove you because life is not enough and death…” H. Catz
“The river runs in this opening valley where one and other lose themselves and find themselves in unavoidable confluence and gasping sunlight awaken to life that floods the body’s horizon; we are penetrating… the labyrinth of time.” (H. Catz) |
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