lunes, 19 de enero de 2009

a piece of a dream

His steps broke over the sidewalk...serene, almost aereal, while he dreamed about a slightly blured memory, a distant memory, so her absence wouldn't hurt that much under his left pocket. It's hot outside, and the neverending smile grows deeper, harder, in my throat...I think i'm about to cry, i finish my drink..the memory...just a little bit more...through the window glass, her yellowish silhouette, the glass and the memories and the fast whisper tangled in my hair...

from "the dream"...

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