mexico rosel

scene of love’s rebirth, “I fell in love once more in a bookstore above the city”, isn’t she beautiful - imagine finding her sitting there, as I did, pnin in hand, as I had, and yes, I felt foolish thinking of stormy wave weather but the thought very much matched the feeling of being completely and entirely tumbled over: i love again, and again, and again; new love every day (but always the same girl)