martedì 30 agosto 2011


Stardust to dance,

celestial carpet where swaying,

the fairy dancing on tiptoe ... ..

Barefoot, spinning on itself,

vortices without end, the stars shine ...

Magic, dreams,

and as a long-forgotten tales,

think back to your grow, beautiful dancing,

to spin a fairy, dust of stars,

its carpet, magic lights, magic ...


simple as it once was

childhood memories, memories of an awareness, true.

Everything changes,

in man hours, but the memory surfaces,

tired of a life in the drift,

magic of the moment ..

Posting from a present, too dark, severe strop.

Magic to return to a time never to forget ...

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