Tuesday, October 12, 2010


A mad magnificence to the darkness of the night, that drives me crazy. I am clustered in the air like the stars bright ideas. To night I am alone just like the mountain tips. Flowers are dripping from the fingers of to night.
An old song is on my lips. My hands are reaching towards you in the dark. My eyes are constantly looking for your eyes.

Where are you?


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