Thursday, August 26, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
you can sleep, sleep in my arms.
like a baby bird, like a broom among brooms, in a broom closet..
like a tiny parrot, like a whistle.
like a a little song,
a song sung by a forest.. within a forest.. a thousand years ago ~ tomas | the unbearable lightness of being