Un pedacito de desolación,
una crónica del desencanto,
la voz del silencio...
lunes, 1 de diciembre de 2008
Mode: Aroma a yerba mate...
In the consideration of the first impulse, 'prima mobilia', the conscience itself fades in the reflection of what we call reality; well known as the perverse way to understand life.
There was a sparkle in his blue eyes that made me stare at him again for a glance, a smile in unison...when Faith finds a joyful accomplice, Art turns to any ordinary man into a risk taker. Imagine...us under a sky without stars but the sparkles in our eyes , but a look that took hours and then spoke in silence...These are the days of our lives but we just can’t tell. And if there is no one to listen to we laugh by ourselves...
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