Monday, May 24, 2010

The Island


To look Lost in the face. Always, to look Lost in the face. And to know it for what it is. At last, to know it. To love it for what it is. And then, to put it away.



Lost, always the years between us. Always the years. Always Often the love. Always...The Island.
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1 comment:

ciciolina said...

veryy good .
it's vinteresting for me.. thank you .