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, 12 de febrero de 2016
Where to go?
Where to go?
Light's green
But where to go?
My way is free
But I don't know
I'm drawing
With my steps
An invitation
For you to come
May be we can meet
And draw with our steps
In the streets and corridors
Another picture of love
To Elia
VABM Feb 12, 2016
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