21 June 2015

sweet, windy voices trembling along the way red-orange apricots to be eaten leaves, leaves close my eyes they are speaking walnut-tree extended in the blue thoughts are ripened fallen down in mulberry fruits mute white and granular the sun comes in my hands threads of lights pass though the fingers the longest day ends mum, what are you thinking of under the cherry tree you … Continua a leggere 21 June 2015