Все это - суета и асимметричный дуализм языкового знака
– I remember sweet taste of your blood.
We both are fed up with pain.
I’m not sure I can hate you, Lestat,
But I’m ready to try again.

– I remember sweet taste of your blood.
I remember your haunted eyes.
I can’t hate you but wish that I might
For all your pitiful lies.

@темы: Креатив, Лирика