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Slomljena ogledala, apsint-zelena i svevideće oko.
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Broken mirrors, absinthe green and all-seeing eye.
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His fingers brushed against my neck and along my jaw. He traced the side of my face up to my cheek, then blotted the tears that spilled from my eyes with his thumb. He ran this thumb over my lower lip.
I licked it and tasted salt."
Tracy Chevalier
, Girl With a Pearl Earring
I am like you. You also do not love—how else could you practice love as a craft? Perhaps people of our kind can’t love. The childlike people can; that’s their secret."
Hermann Hesse
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Moreover, when Heaven permits a courtesan to feel any
love, that very love which seems at first a sort of forgive-
ness becomes almost always a chastisement. There is no
absolution without penance."
Alexandre Dumas (son)
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