Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.
Edvard MunchAbout author
- Author's profession: Artist
- Nationality: norwegian
- Born: December 12, 1863
- Died: January 23, 1944
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