Autor Beckett Samuel

1 why not merely the despaired of occasion of wordshed is it not better abort than be barren the hours […]

Dragging his hinger through the sky of my skull shell of sky and earth strooping to the prone who must […]

To and fro in shadow from inner to outer shadow from impenetrable self to impenetrable unself by way of neither […]

What would I do without this world faceless incurious where to be lasts but an instant where every instant spills […]

1 DIEPPE again the last ebb the dead shingle the turning then the steps towards the lighted town 2 my […]