quinta-feira, 29 de outubro de 2009

paper cut-out

breath that enters, nourishes
you can count the rhythms hidden in distance.
the wave is the friend of the hand that mine holds,
you can promise the wish written on the tongue.
a smile is the night that calms head to sleep,
you can dream in the colors dance.
peace then holds steady,
you can place the crown,
up-upon the jewel.

t.flo2009