My golden leaves

That leaves are not seen by anyone but me. That leaves are my golden leaves.

Archive for January, 2009

Quelqu’un m’a dit

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.