sun falls into her eyes,
and moon
shall too.
sky cries,
as she's gone blind.
Stepping on the rainy street
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The READER
MICHAEL:
Oi men ippeon stroton oi de pesedon
oi da naon phais epi gan malainan
emmenai kalliston, ego de ken otto
tis eratai.
HANNA:
It's beautiful.
MICHAEL:
How can you tell? How do you know
when you've no idea what it means?
HANNA looks at him a moment.
Posted by littleSpring at 5:54 PM
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
untitled day
perhaps-
joy.pleasure.strange.people.lost.start.
-isn't colors
but b & w
as simple
as a day
it was meant to be.
Posted by littleSpring at 1:41 PM
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