Saturday, 3 November 2012
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
butlers lane
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'here' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'here' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
Friday, 29 July 2011
Callejon de la luna
It was the coldest winter for last 40 years and i was dead freezing. Drifting aimlessly in the streets, i was waiting for somebody to pull me out.
Thursday, 12 November 2009
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