It occurs to me that I really can’t remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the cafe, your figure, your dress, that I still see.
Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena
It occurs to me that I really can’t remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the cafe, your figure, your dress, that I still see.
Tercer-Sol 