there was a woman
at the café
who kept brushing
her long black hair
tossing it back
over her shoulder
the way I’ve see
you do
sitting in your house shirt
in our bedroom
the same motion
before you would blow
a kiss
my way
suddenly
I am lost
in memories
of you
a slight reworking under different circumstances but the motion, the memory the same
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Fine Arts Blog
Life, love and destiny.
4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
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Moments de vie, fragments de textes et quelques notes...
Unleashing the beauty of creativity
there's nothing like stories
quiet moments in nature
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Chronicling an ever-changing city through faded and forgotten artifacts
I read, rant and write ;)
Leonard Durso 
Painfully sweet
Thank you.
Been there done that. Still doing it.
Some things just won’t let go.
It’s my sister! (rip) She had black hair so long it swept the ground.
When we were teens, I hated her hair.
I’m a sucker for long dark hair myself.