i can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time,
without interruption, endlessly,
even though I feel that here in this world there’s
no undisturbed place for our love,
neither in the village nor anywhere else; and i dream of a grave,
deep and narrow,
where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps,
and i would hide my face in you
and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
the castle, franz kafka +
source: miloslav stibor - etude de nu, 1980, via +
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