Absinthe

Palimpsest

It feels like I put whiskers on our Mona Lisa, but this is how my life works, it's a fugue, it's a neverending metaphor of itself, it recreates my soul and my tales around the same places, the same chords not in unison, not one exactly like the other, two melted snowflakes, two untangled kochs, just one dance, one set of eyes, one avalanche and one cuckoo clock, ticking away, taking my life from me and giving it to the world, glaring over your mind's eye.

Ainulindale!

publicadas por Germán @ 10/01/2007 08:17:00 p.m.