Monday, 3 January 2011

Too Much Winter Time

The sun will rise. Another day will start. 
Can we count that day as one in our lifes?
I do not think so.
Although it is only a centimeter in the paper world map it is too far away.
For what these two nightly solitudes?

Then he turns off the yellow light and makes his first attempt for sleeping. It was a poet who said that if you dream on her, she will be yours while you are sleeping.

Are she thinking of you? Nobody knows.

Two alarm clocks wait hidden in the shadows.

Next morning and other ones, all of then in brackets, there is only a little time but he needs that time goes  by as quickly as possible.

Tonight I can listen to the most sad song, tonight I can listen to 

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