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
They walked out on me. They haven't done that since I was a beginner. The cycle is complete
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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
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
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