A Bright Clearing I AM.

There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Those Of My Roots.

Are slender.

Sometimes too slender I think that a single gust of wind just might carry them away to other lands.

Are loud.
Most of the time too loud for comfort.

Are
cariñosa.

They are the voices that giggle inside dark theaters.


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