Friday, August 26, 2011

a love, out of my comfort zone, feels very comfortable.
in geographic impossibilities, my gypsy soul finds itself.
i don't know what to dream.
my desires do not meet on the same time zones.
how two paths crossed in the lands of dream
can feel so real.
without touching.
without waking up to sleep talks, and sleep moves..


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