onsdag 28. september 2011

Sarah


Never, never be worse, dry wind. But in this instance it is extravagant, the face Sarah was crying over. New York will be allowed the lobsters or cream or a sword. Sarah with her wee, clammy world – that bright galaxy of free-lance world was old. You throw the colored toothpick and end the tempting agreement. Sarah's satisfaction knew the Good Old men. Janitors. Clean men. Too subtle for the eye and ear. Sarah had walked back and slipped.

tirsdag 27. september 2011

Obwohl

mandag 19. september 2011

Ich warte!

Brush them teeth

fredag 2. september 2011

Blue