by Réka Nyitrai Nicolas Lafargue In Sweden a man whispers my name and wants to lie down with me in a field of tulips. But in Sweden it’s mostly winter and they don’t really have tulip fields. The man has a fever and thinks snowflakes bleed loneliness. For weeks he dreams he is a reindeer and I am the goddess of both the hunt and chastity. When you love a person, you want them to leave you, so that you can dream of them… wrote Max Voloshin to Marina Tsvetaeva. I agree - trappe