Feet in borderline

That you has called arts is not much than ecos from the soul. Caminar en los bordes de la realidad , es caminar por la vida.

28.12.06

Where are you ...

Little children
you want not come
no any more

You tell the sky
you are in the
stars

We ascared you
we put you away
we crying you
for ever

everything
has go away

But you
little children
you grow up

in the sky
Posted by Vilma Rubi at 17:36
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