Monthly Archives: January 2009

Concrete city.

Concrete city.

“All my world in one grain of sand…and you own it…” - Goldfrapp The night is opaque; my nostrils are filled with city scent of sweat, concrete, and …

 

No need to dream.

No need to dream.

“At last! The skies above are blue…” - Etta James I lay on the warm sand and dreamt of love. The sun wrapped his arms around me, and …