His hand weighed on her heart but soft gestures at dawn Then the sky imposed itself Like the color: blue And time stood still
his hand weighed on her heart
Archives par mot-clé : southamerica
sans paroles/wordless : beaute des courbes/curvaceous beauty
What should I do ?
What I should do
too simple,
so we don’t think about it
poetry day
looking for (something)
finding (it)
crossing (it) out
reformulating (it)
doing (it) again
finding (it sometimes) pressing the shutter release to take a picture and getting something else
I pressed the shutter release to capture the personality of the cacti: their funny shape always gives me the impression that they are little more than plants. But when I edited the photo, it was the tree towering behind them like a ghost that caught my eye.