Albastrul lunii ramane acelasi, pt ca nu am gasit inca un albastru care sa mi se potriveasca…
25 July 2010
14 July 2010
the wind....
(breathe - rosiehardy - flickr.com)
The wind rises, electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away. I tell her I love her...
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