voli Arsena Dedia i Marguerite Duras i fine parfeme i jazz ritmove i veere pod palmama i pisma, papirnata s razmazanom tintom i krajeve koji ipak zavr邸e s Volim te.
For we're like creatures in the wind,
and wild is the wind.
"Eve. Eve, the golden girl. The cover girl. The girl next door. The girl on the moon. Time has been good to Eve. Life goes where she goes. She`s been profiled, covered, revaled, reported-what she eats, and what she wears, whom she knows and where she`s going. Eve. You all know abot Eve. What can there be to kow that you don`t know?"