Thursday, August 21, 2008
Symbols as locks
A red red bridge ornamented with white flowers and yellow butterflies. the surface of the river gets gradually dark red river and on the top of the hill a shape of a majestic deer, which is twice your size, cuts with black a sky full of all shades between blue, through red until black. This is what I see. The smell I can´t remember neither the voice. Is visual what I keep as memories.
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It reminds me of that song, all those consecutive mornings that bored you to death: "But, What Ends When Symbols Shatter?"
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