Pierrot
When Pierrot saw me among the lights of the circus, he smiled as if he already knew me. There was no welcome in his gaze, but obsessive devotion: the kind of love that it contains.
Acerca de Pierrot
When Pierrot saw me among the lights of the circus, he smiled as if he already knew me. There was no welcome in his gaze, but obsessive devotion: the kind of love that it contains.