There has to be a place where I can stash things that I like, that I would like to keep or share. Without logic or reason, a flowing ream of collectibles, be it self-scribbles or works blatantly borrowed. Thoughts, verse, sights, sounds, each to be whimsically vibrant, eclectic, joyously effervescent, introspective, scathingly incisive, or deeply nostalgic, but always moving. This is to be it.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Penned, Oct 21, 2009
Sous le même ciel, étoilés en mille lumières, on respire. Le matin, jusqu’à la nuit. Comme ça, nos vies roulent.
Under the same sky, spangled with a thousand lights, we breathe. From morning till night. And that is how, our lives pass (by).
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