Tuesday, 4 September 2012

I´m like those matioskas that open up to show another one that keeps another one that keeps another one... the last of them is so tiny it´s impossible to open it up, my memories and my love are there, invincible, that´s why I can spend hours here, still and silent, looking beyond the clouds and the little oranges in the tree, finding my friend and finding affection inside of me...

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