4.29.2013
4.28.2013
Cette semaine, ma reum est venue visiter Berlin. Dans sa valise, il y avait des réjouissances:
Le vieil appareil photo argentique de mon père |
De la crème de marron, difficilement trouvable à Berlin... |
...et même en tube!! Non mais c'est la fête, ou bien ?!! |
Cinq roupies... |
...et des trucs bizarres du Népal. Merci Papa! |
Et puis des anti-dépresseurs. |
4.14.2013
4.11.2013
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
4.08.2013
4.06.2013
4.04.2013
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