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“You really are a dumbass.”
― Stjepan Å ejić, Sunstone, Vol. 5

“I've seen you fuck up one major relationship. I'll be damned if I let you ruin this one as well!”
― Stjepan Å ejić, Sunstone, Vol. 5

“See . . . um . . . the thing is, I met with Lisa a few days ago. She wanted to apologize for . . . Halloween, and not calling . . .

Thing is, her previous story . . . um . . . She wanted me to read it. She . . . wanted to explain her issues. She was jealous . . . of you and me becoming friends and . . . kinda lost it, I guess.

My point is, um . . . she used the story to put it into words . . .

I think she is writing messages. . . to you.”
― Stjepan Å ejić, Sunstone, Vol. 5

“I don't know what I was looking for . . . I felt empty. I guess. Not hearing from you made it all seem surreal, like you were never there, a dream, a figment of my imagination.

I went to your site that day to . . . I guess, double-check.

I thought. . . maybe you wrote something, a new story . . . a message . . . anything.

I did find a new story . . .

It wasn't about us . . .

And I ended up feeling even emptier.”
― Stjepan Å ejić, Sunstone, Vol. 5

“I travel your body, like the world,

your belly is a plaza full of sun,

your breasts two churches where blood

performs its own, parallel rites,

my glances cover you like ivy,

you are a city the sea assaults,

a stretch of ramparts split by the light

in two halves the color of peaches,

a domain of salt, rocks and birds,

under the rule of oblivious noon,

dressed in the color of my desires,

you go your way naked as my thoughts,

I travel your eyes, like the sea,

tigers drink their dreams in those eyes,

the hummingbird burns in those flames,

I travel your forehead, like the moon,

like the cloud that passes through your thoughts,

I travel your belly, like your dreams,

your skirt of corn ripples and sings,

your skirt of crystal, your skirt of water,

your lips, your hair, your glances rain

all through the night, and all day long

you open my chest with your fingers of water,

you close my eyes with your mouth of water,

you rain on my bones, a tree of liquid

sending roots of water into my chest”
― Octavio Paz, Sunstone/Piedra De Sol

“Self doubt is a persistent weed”
― Stjepan Å ejić, Sunstone, Vol. 5

“Bonkers is female . . . Did she know that?”
― Stjepan Å ejić, Sunstone, Vol. 5

“I travel your body, like the world,

your belly is a plaza full of sun,

your breasts two churches where blood

performs its own, parallel rites,

my glances cover you like ivy,

you are a city the sea assaults,

a stretch of ramparts split by the light

in two halves the color of peaches,

a domain of salt, rocks and birds,

under the rule of oblivious noon,

dressed in the color of my desires,

you go your way naked as my thoughts,

I travel your eyes, like the sea,

tigers drink their dreams in those eyes,

the hummingbird burns in those flames,

I travel your forehead, like the moon,

like the cloud that passes through your thoughts,

I travel your belly, like your dreams,

your skirt of corn ripples and sings,
your skirt of crystal, your skirt of water,
your lips, your hair, your glances rain
all through the night, and all day long
you open my chest with your fingers of water,
you close my eyes with your mouth of water,
you rain on my bones, a tree of liquid
sending roots of water into my chest,”
― Octavio Paz, Sunstone/Piedra De Sol