My golden leaves
That leaves are not seen by anyone but me. That leaves are my golden leaves.Archive for January, 2009
Julie
Remember: it is what you are for me
an old remember, as a
old book that I’ve loved.
I don’t write about you
I cannot
I could only write my name:
Julie.
Sei un ricordo per me
un vecchio ricordo, come
un quaderno a cui resto affezionato.
non scrivo di te
non posso
potrei scrivere solo in mio nome:
Giulia
Good morning
Good morning people; good morning and good year. I hope you will try to make this year a good year: the best horoscope is the one we “write” everyday on our one. How you can easily see I have no words for this year.