Τετάρτη 21 Απριλίου 2010

Hey, I watch my body float to the holy night of the room where I lay and a river went through the corridor, it wet me to my knee, la la la la la...


Double faced me
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yet,
it's not always like that
It is just a spilt portrait
of mine
on a dirty, old mirror;
the eyes
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(not a film)
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  1. Clelia7 Μαΐου 2010 στις 11:59 μ.μ.

    I could tell you my adventures — beginning from this morning... but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.'... is it your own quote... it's brilliant!

    I like so much your split portrait :)

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  2. Half-heard in the Stillness31 Οκτωβρίου 2010 στις 7:09 μ.μ.

    This and your other blog gives the world a glimpse of a new special talent. Superb!

    Jane

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