الاثنين، فبراير 20، 2012

Eternity and a day



Grandpa says time is a child that plays dice on the shore


The poet buys words

Let me come with you tomorrow

The wind pushes your eyes away, but today, give me this day, as if it were the last! give me this day

I would like to make projects tomorrow

And there will be someone to sell me words

What is tomorrow, Anna?

How long will tomorrow last?

Eternity and a day








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