"Terre errante"or "The Wandering Earth".

I was expecting my daughter and I experimented with ceramics while being far away from my home and family. Below, you can see the result.


"You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth;
It is like a statue’s, dead,—
While mine for passion burneth—
O love me truly!


O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn me,
Squeeze as lovers should—O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me—
O love me truly!'


John Keats



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