one two three,
counting out the signs we see
the tall buildings
fading in the distance
only dots on a map
(...)
like an apple on a tree
hiding out behind the leaves
(...)
like a shell upon a beach
just another pretty piece
(...)
so softly,
rain against the windows
and the strong coffee
warming up my fingers
in this fisherman's house
a fine frenzy
5 de junho de 2009
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