I am tired. I suffer from insomnia sometimes. Too many thoughts for the highly sensitive person that I am.
I need a lullaby. I am in the process of singing one to myself.
Lullaby of my dreams
Singed to me by myself
Bring me into the stream
Of life where I can swim
Fly me up in the air
I will unfold my wings
And go where I don't dare
No matter what I'll sing
Lullaby of my dreams
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Friday, September 17, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Blue Strings
The sea had big waves
Kitesurfers were riding along the shore flying like birds without home.
Silent steps besides her, walking with a stick in the hand,
plowing the sand leaving behind a wake of strings and curls and shapes.
The noise of a camera shutter, a pose and a smile, laughters.
A forgotten umbrella buried in the sand, pieces of a torned apart flag,
the beginning of a moment that would never end.
Hidden in the dunes, forgotten by the time, rocked by the wind.
Lovers, accompained by the sound of the sea,
tight, intertwined, creating blue strings.
© non sense 2010
Kitesurfers were riding along the shore flying like birds without home.
Silent steps besides her, walking with a stick in the hand,
plowing the sand leaving behind a wake of strings and curls and shapes.
The noise of a camera shutter, a pose and a smile, laughters.
A forgotten umbrella buried in the sand, pieces of a torned apart flag,
the beginning of a moment that would never end.
Hidden in the dunes, forgotten by the time, rocked by the wind.
Lovers, accompained by the sound of the sea,
tight, intertwined, creating blue strings.
© non sense 2010
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