U-mouth
July 18, 2011
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
Nabokov – que pra ter gosto (de citar, de recitar) precisa passar do primeiro ponto final.
