Whispering is calling me.
Rememorari ‘I am back to you,’
Nude in this field of dreams.
This open blue, afraid of me.
Like a butterfly, flying softly.
The passage open up my mind.
Looking down at me.
Sounds traveling trough the air.
Indefinitely hand.
The darkness is killing me.
This empty space.
I hear the music and the wine.
'Boundaries' ...died at night.
The shot and the fog.
Thousand times yesterday!
Peixy (febr 16, 2008)
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Baltic sea
The clouds in Camarillo