I Lick It Off The Tiles 

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prologue: the Greek sage reeked heavenly, with earth’s spine beneath me (Virginia had said it; Orlando had felt it). I stomped mountains at dusk, yellow streets at dawn. read Rimbaud together with the big, old snake of the lavender gardens. Nights played like a high fever, while I worked my way through Spanish mountains. all day I stared at an endless sun, and also at Paco (not endless, my neighbour).
    Harvest came, and then I went—to taste the seas, and love; yes love; I fell in love. afterwards I learned how to love—amongst other things—but first of all I had to fall. (I now think that all things both begins and ends with falling). I melted on his tongue like a cube of white sugar. 
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