Saturday, January 3, 2009


My strings tremble like electric
power lines set in motion by a swallow
taking flight.

Friday, January 2, 2009


Snail

She said, I don´t think I can handle
being in this place where
each minute is like a hundred
snails asleep under the snow.

About Me

Searching for my place in this world, I keep running from one falling star to another till I drop.

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