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.


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