The Green Dress

15-1-2010

The comfort of the reflected light on a mud colored shirt
Passing through the window

The smell of fresh morning bread;
While lying down in primitive thoughts

Passing by her;
She greets you with her wet hair

Her shy laugh,
That hides the defects;

Dreams die before they rise;
On a day, like this one

The Girl with the brown hair

28-12-2009
To: Lavinia

When we played together
On the Green Grass
That is washed with rain

That smell
Stemming from the cut-flower
which aroused me to kiss you

childishly, you play
you fall and get grumpy
Then you smile in Fun

I Remembered
Remembered myself
Remembered you

When we sat down in the shade
To enjoy the sun