#classics student

I have always loved sad things, roaming music, love songs sung by elders in taverns, nuns' prayers, beggars picturesquely shredded and ill, convalescents, melancholic autumns full of goodbyes, almost fearful springs in boarding schools, magnetic bells, churches were candles weep indifferently, roses that lose their petals on little altars in the corners of desert streets where grass grows; all sad things of religion, sad things of love, sad things of work, sad things of miseries.

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