On a day like today ...
sure was cold there in the north and also in this light the end of the world.
but I could not freeze, if not the skin, safe, breath.
On a day like today, we begin to say goodbye, to blur the images that we thought chiseled. Everything passes, everything passes, everything turns white black, deep and shallow.
Perhaps that is why we began the ritual.
A break in the stands of the park, a glass of beer waiting for a diner who does not arrive.
In a day like this flower was the verb and the waves stopped.
No pomp, just burning to ashes returned to Druids.
not forget our Levarcham.
How to forget a delightfully of day and night?
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