Archive: November, 2016

Everthing carries me to you

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2016


… as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

– Pablo Neruda

I see you in colors that don’t exist

Wednesday, November 2nd, 2016


It is all that I see clearly…

– Paul Matsumoto