Night Song
The drunks are the only ones singing in the streets beneath the windows of the night readers. Lord, why didn’t you make me a drunkard to sing beneath the people’s windows? Lord, why did you create me from a nation that pours itself out like a river of tears whenever it gets drunk? They alone […]
The drunks are the only ones singing in the streets beneath the windows of the night readers. Lord, why didn’t you make me a drunkard to sing beneath the people’s windows? Lord, why did you create me from a nation that pours itself out like a river of tears whenever it gets drunk? They alone
