sabato 14 agosto 2010

Echoes and silences

It rains.
Thru my open window I let the drops get in, I listen to them like they were a music, I watch the green get greener and I wish to run away from this cage - I've been bound with love and sense of duty.
I want to smell the scent of the skin of a dream,
Again and again.

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