I'm not brave but now I want to lose touch here, then a small recovery to begin in 2008 and believe very strong. Thank you
passers faithful who leave a trail or not, I fervently hope that my future texts will be a new inspiration, go! 'll have to!
Your encouragement are precious to me, thank you again ...
night exiles the day that is born in
rays of a sun, a shower, a mist of confusion and the bird
wakes up playing the kazoo
dying in the shadows of evidence diffuse.
While in my eyes his birth becomes iridescent
What pawing the sparrow and the swallow flies,
My reason is revived and became familiar
velvet petals of a bunch of lace.
Relight my smiles like every morning, tenderly Invite
life to slip in the dip of
wonderful bite immensity.
Taming my doubts, to accept the feast
which feeds my soul bent towards happiness
And there still spreading sweetness.
this swan had neither cold nor feel loneliness on Christmas Eve when we photographed once you, once I ... he seemed so serene and dignified, a vision I will never forget:)
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