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, July 28, 2004

the man behind my early morning contemplations


This love

I was so high I did not recognize
the fire burning in his eyes
the chaos that controlled my mind

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