venerdì 4 giugno 2010

Voglio rinascere papavero

At a certain point prevails the idea that it's not fair for me to hide. I've begun to tell one flower from another, I started to love weeds.  And I dance on the rhythm of the inner music played inside my brain.

I made out the shape of a dead pigeon on the street, and kept walking.

1 commento:

giardigno65 ha detto...

anch'io ma non rosso ...