Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004


yellow

i think what’s missing is the color
try painting it yellow, anyhow it’s the shade of joy
or better yet, take the wind out of your sails

the way through a woman’s heart is to butter her up

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