days, and hours and nights and mornings and afternoons and evenings.
All the time together suddenly relegated you hear him. And the accounts of the things I lived, friends known, unknown land trampled for the first time.
And a gentle wind seems to caress the neck and hug me gently to make me feel a warmth forgotten. I'll be back to myself, briefly, incredibly. I
one thousand attempts, I try to watch myself from above and find my inner mechanisms that cause so much chaos ... sometimes when I leave the language is convoluted and confusing idioms incoherent words. Trial and error the way that sooner or later will be 'the right one. Every so often the paths seem to cross incorciatore and soulmates my way, though maybe only to accompany me for a short distance.
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