Disappointment digs deep
down the forehead lines
Tag Archives: joy
ovis
Green bird flies over
reddish fields …
poum
pim pam butterfly poum
O beijo
Night landed on its dark 4 wheels, the party was over. He parked the car after driving me to my mother’s sleeping door, talked and seemed to wait for another story. It was getting near, fear. He was so beautiful to me I could see the jealous lines forming themselves in the skies of tomorrow’sContinue reading “O beijo”
mud-ita
… in between posts.
Hooked on grateful lines
every drop
un peu d’entre oreilles
“La pluie cesse, et il en reste, un instant, une poussière de diamants minuscules, comme si, de là-haut, on secouait des miettes d’une grande nappe azurée.” – Fernando Pessoa
