Ocupation: Author
Life: August 4, 1859 - February 19, 1952
Birthday: August 4
Death: February 19
The other one he loved like a slave, like a madman and like a beggar. Why? Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things. She gave him nothing, no nothing did she give him and yet he thanked her. She said: Give me your peace and your reason! And he was only sorry she did not ask for his life.
topic: Sorry, Fall, Dust, Falling Leaves