Like cream in coffee.
The sky yawns and rain falls from its open mouth. Air swirling.
And in its humid center,
dust is dancing
with leaves above endless puddles. Sky reflecting in liquid mirrors. Sky crying through rain.
Un phoenix renăscut prin cuvinte din cenuşa amintirilor
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow. ~Mary Anne Radmacher
Zile și zile
I teach you and you teach me!
a citi este a bea apă...şi mi-e sete tot timpul..:)
to stay visible ...
– still and moving pictures