cezara’s Reviews > The Burned Sinner and the Harmonious Angels > Status Update

"In fact, what was poetry anyway, that embarrassing word? Could it be meeting when, by coincidence, a sudden rain fell over the city? Or perhaps, while having sodas together, they both looked simultaneously at a passing woman's face? or even running into each other on that old night of moon and wind? But they'd both already been born by the time the word poetry was being published with the greatest shamelessness"