miércoles, 18 de noviembre de 2009




a cello lying in its case


the sound of water makes her dream
she pours a daydream in a cup



a winter melody she plays




she hears a noise behind the gate
perhaps a letter with a dove
perhaps a stranger she could love



:)

[vuela]



[ya no camina, vuela]

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