Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Paintings/Poem
SOFT COTTON NIGHT
Alone and lost walking through the dark night
I found your hand, it was warm, soft
and it felt like a cotton cloud.
NOCHE SUAVE DE ALGODON
Sola, perdida caminando en la noche oscura
encontré tu mano, cálida, suave
como nube de algodón.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment