Red is always / has always been the warmest colour: like blood, like your lips, like the cuts, like longing, like the throbbing of holding your hands? ! ; (...) the finery of intimacy , between what we have yet seen but felt, like the touch of the wind in a winter morning, or the tremor of the ribs, just by the calling of your soul || Dolly, 28.11.2018 -----/:----