Life is a laugh.


Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe.

Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box,
they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there within me lay an invincible summer.

sabato 21 marzo 2009

Quattordici.

Io c'ero.
Data memorabile. Ventùn Marzo Duemilaenove.

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