All the images, the rhymes make me think of other images, other rhymes
When the door opens on emotions, they are allowed to enter and also to get out, they may arise from an unknown corner of my brain
As music makes me think of wind, birds, children playing
Words, somehow, are not so pure as notes
But they mean a lot
28 mai 2014
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