Sunday, February 27, 2011

T And W Flea Market Bb Guns

In a windy night ....

Locked in a dark and quiet
lost words I found in a time
so far away,
perhaps a time of other stolen lives, I found
images
lost between dreams
evaporated centuries before ....
I found looks
left flying in the air ...
And like a windy night
that sweeps away everything in its path on its way
one morning I did not found that most abandoned place
but a life intense shade of bright colors ...
virginia 27.02.2011

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