ρισπέκ’
posted by schottkey at 17:38
Friday, February 06, 2009
About Me
- Name: schottkey
- Location: Cloud 1001011
Thinking of the other's dreams, of corridors winding in upon themselves, muted tints of ancient carpet . . . An old man, a head made of jewels, a taut pale face with eyes that were mirrors . . . And a beach in the wind and dark.
Previous Posts
- the harsh truth of the camera eye
- Ανατέμνοντας τον χαμένο χρόνο
- just ask the lonely
- Το ψυγείο-ψυγείο
- February’s deviations
- no more words
- ruthless
- the empyrean
- memories of green
- Don’t explain
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home