To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
viernes, 31 de julio de 2015
domingo, 5 de julio de 2015
Because Time Flows
Because Time Flows
None pleasure, love or beauty
Lasts sufficient
Not a glory, pain or endeavor
Is strong enough
Instant whitish hair because
The inhuman time erodes all
Moments will flow
With or without us
Together or alone
Above me birds are flying
Just for the sake of
As lovers make love
To Elia
VABM domingo,
05 de julio de 2015
Warren Keelan images of the sea
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