Proprietary and jealous, particularly where Clara and Jean were concerned, Lyon still managed to write that "the very air must love to caress her as she passes through it" about Clara.
It's a sobering thing to experience made even more so when watching loved ones caress the etched names in granite.
The Sun makes us warm, and Love caresses.
I loved the caressing smoothness of Planeta's nine-year-old Santa Cecilia 2007, which was set off perfectly by a homemade aubergine parmigiana.
The conditions were love (hands caressing), pain (one hand hitting the other), social exclusion (one hand pushing away the other friendly hand), and neutral videos (approaching hand touching the other and getting a non-emotional response).
In the end, being a novelist, in a way, is loving the world, caressing the world with words.
Here's a translation of the last stanza, by Iraj Bashiri (whose Web site features both a biographical sketch and a chronology): O you are green all over, put your hands like a burning memory in my loving hands and entrust your lips like a warm sense of life to the caresses of loving lips The wind will carry us away with it The wind will carry us away.
In her diary, Highsmith rhapsodized, "My green and red goddess, my jade and garnet, my moss and hollyberry, my sea and sun, my marrow and my blood, my stop and go baby, I adore you, I worship you, I kiss you, I cherish you, I defend you, I defy you ever not to love me, I caress your nipples with my tongue".
Boys of 11 or 12 are inculcated in it at the Masia academy, taught to love the ball, to caress it, to pass it.
