Her name was Sunshine
because she used to shine like that sun you'll only see
on the first shine of the Mediterranean August morning.
She was coming to me, always wearing
that black dress of hers, always caressing
my hair gently...
I can't remember when (exactly when),
I stopped telling her how much I miss her..
'Our external symbols must always express the life within us with absolute precision; how could they do otherwise, since that life has generated them?'
London haziness
Last Kiss
Mariposa
You always, always shine..
Balloons
'Against these turbid turquoise skies/The light and luminous balloons/Dip and drift like satin moons, Drift like silken butterflies[...]'
It feels like eternity when my mind is swimming..
Road Simplicity
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