In What Language Does Rain Fall Over

Two Things Make A Story. The Net And The Air That Falls Through The Net.

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.

Sufre Mas El Que Espera Siempre Que Aquel Que Nunca Espero A Nadie? Does He Who Is Always Waiting Suffer More Than He Who’s Never Waited For Anyone?

She Did Not Speak For Speech Was Unknown To Her.