Waking up to a sun so unbelievable it feels even warmer.
Then, being swallowed by the brouillard.
Horse & cart, an inflated tire, dérapages.
Stones, poles, branches - white doodles on a grey page.
My breath is everything. The rest is a silence never heard before.
Of course I am a city boy.
uhm, le foto non si vedono (piú?)
ReplyDeletetemo che toccherà immaginarsele. non ne dispongo direttamente.
ReplyDeletema sono le racchette nuove??????????????'
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