A loss for all seasons,
a mutual confort grew up in
far-away cabins of
their imagination
- (serenated by snippets
of something classical,
like tenderness for youngsters
in a ‘come out and play’
caring for someone)
among the greatest unknown.
- An amusement read in spanish,
inside caravans of light-limbed
supposed refugees
brought me mercily
around here
where I’m happy.
victorgodot on Feb 6, 2010, 1:36 pm
tx sister... as always for yr comments.
sisterjulia on Feb 6, 2010, 1:28 pm
I've come back and read this here and on your blog. It's very gentle and beautiful. 'like tenderness for youngsters in a