I want to see the thirst
Inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.

   Excerpt from Verb by Pablo Neruda


Image Credits | [Featured image] Carré Blanc by Eric Marrian [Board 01] Bathroom, milk bath,  a drinkware set inspired by gestures, hands [Board 02] Beach, pale body, wooden staircase, legs [Board 03] Body folded over, white bedroom, details of face, white waves.