L'artGreen arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. - Ezra Pound
Her lips are like strawberries which tickels my taste buds everytime, making me to kiss her red lips everytime. - Vishal Antapurkar
And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes. - Clarice Lispector