The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

martes, marzo 01, 2011

Esta noche,

"Me siento como si el cielo estuviera pegado a la tierra, y yo entre los dos, respirando por el ojo de una aguja."

Lawrence Durrell

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