winter is gone,.... trailing behind it - a far away whistle of fading dreams.
speckles of light blinked by ever lasting sundays, swinging man on a calm hammock.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
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winter is gone,.... trailing behind it - a far away whistle of fading dreams.
speckles of light blinked by ever lasting sundays, swinging man on a calm hammock.
Monday, August 4, 2008
I Miss Home
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It seems that this vacation has devoured everything. in a moment of relaxation, visions of older life sneak in, yearning - not to be forgotten. a window has opened, false winter wind, curling on black hair, playing a game with my mind, when i close my eyes i can feel home, its summer time and life is living everywhere. im already home, always.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
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