the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. - Charles Bukowski
I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases..... - Pablo Neruda