thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]


October 27, 2005

soft touch

in this gray city of bleak umbrellas, everyone has long forgotten how gentle is the caress of the first drops of rain in a naked face.

7:33 PM

 

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Esquecemo-nos sempre de sentir os pequenos nadas porque estamos demasiado submersos na nossa pretensa protecção. Protegemo-nos para continuarmos a viver, no entanto não gozamos o que a vida nos traz. E mais uma vez o medo do medo é a maior das barreiras.

31/10/05 12:43  

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