miércoles, 13 de julio de 2011

where love and death do not exist

*If we breathe too deeply,we can hear
each other's pains.

*My blood
is howling like a wolf in love.

*Two people cheered up by their own heart
are selling the light of the night
to my unknown wound.

Rhea Cristina

2 comentarios:

  1. me encantan las imágenes, soñadoras, invernales y rendidas a la melancolía...

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