Sunday, October 17, 2010


Symbolic dreams, every night a new sight.

War, a secret mission, forest and fear.

Playing violin, improvisation among the unknown.

A flood, which brakes the path between me and trust....

Dust and a steel bluish wall affected by the light, brightened up, contrast even deeper.

The window with sunlight, awakened the space, shaded the walls, alive.

A sexual experience, no clearance, just dirt, it hurts!

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