I am nostalgic mood tonight invaded This strange and gentle melancholy, almost comforting. A few words, applications, words crept, humming ... a set of bits that put side by side at the end of the day you made understand that perhaps there are things that do not remove.
Archive February 2010
The shadow of you found the shoulder so often claimed hosts finally tears. Words that come out only half of those lips that have been in the habit of staying closed. Glances filled with a past which gnaws and we would like to forget. Clear All. Or breathe at last. Taking in her arms, finally daring, screaming for his lack an embrace in which we would drown. The wounds heal but they remain together now. Almost lost hope yet ... heads high valiant toy soldiers, the sky will not forget the sacrifices and pain spilled.
(c) pix: young folk
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