Sunday, April 27, 2008

springtime

















this morning the sun did not rise.
i stared out of the window all night
i looked scared in my reflection
the shadows in the garden flinched
flowers bloomed outside the window
things changed at a slow pace
time continued with painful disguise
but the sun this morning did not rise.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

è tardi ma non cambia nulla





























il mio autobus non passa neanche questa sera.