Tag Archives: Thoughts


19 May

Border the desire
to landscapes
without interference

Where trees adorn the pasture
and farmers separating the roads
of hastiness

A glorification of being
where the city will never come


Continuous years

18 May

Time is running out
Imperfect white socks stands alone
Slowly I pick up the morning and glasses
Black and ten years old
For a moment it escapes me
Under sweater and mood
I look confused
And mirrored my hair
As a proces of continuous years