2009-01-29

Days of war - nights of love

Poetry comes and goes
between what is, and what is not
It weaves and unweaves reflections
Eyes speak,
words look,
looks think
To hear thoughts,
see what we say
touch the body of an idea
Eyes close,
the words open.


Octavio

2 kommentarer:

Johanna sa...

Haha ja det ar jag! Skriver inte har sa ofta men kul anda att du laser haha :)

johanna sa...

ah okej, vad ar det for jobb? japp jag ar kvar o ska stanna till juni :) sen far man se vad som hander. Du e kvar i sthlm med gilde pete? :)