I plant my elbows on my table-desk, prop up my chin and think and think again: When the hell will I ever find the compass needle and get out of whack?
Espacio de Ocio y Escritura de Sylvia Aguilar Zéleny
I plant my elbows on my table-desk, prop up my chin and think and think again: When the hell will I ever find the compass needle and get out of whack?