Mensagens

azerbaijan noon

erratic echoes of a swallow's cries faint and shrill, lost midget amid the persian blue vault of turquoise and gentian tiles, pool of cool noon, in iridescent samarkand. the first shy note strikes the oud

mother

and so I'm finally an orphan. all your deaths have scarred my soul: I've grown numb to my own death number 1 of 1