viernes, 8 de mayo de 2009

With my hands
made of wood and time
I create
a universe of shards

Fleeting between leafs
wind and sun
my fingers dont want
no
to touch the ground

And so they d r e a m

of further Edens
of childrens of glass
fragile
and humble
as they really are

Woods that fall
Times that pass.

Fue →Lucius Syme
a las →12:15