Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I can not fly anymore
A walk, tranquil, pleasantly numbing, until a falling snowflake reminds me of you, how you tried to capture its magic that day, mixing shapes with words...sitting by the bay. The dance of the snowflakes as they race to the ground, brings me back to that afternoon when we laid on the floor and watched the trees get covered with white jewels, until it got dark and we made love melting the snoflakes away. My heart starts to flutter with the thought of you but I do not want to feel, I like being...
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