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 ...