no hagan mucho ruido no vaya a ser que se asusten ...
vamos a acercarnos un poco mas para que las vean bien ...
<< When I used to sit up late at night writing in our bed, I was calmed by the sound of your breathing. I woul hold my breath and watch your chest rise and fall. I felt like a blind man soothed by the scents sounds of garden.
As I lie here in bed writing this letter, there is only the sound of my own breathing.
When I hold my breath, there is only silence.
Tonight I feel like a miner being lowered and father into a dark mine shaft, longing for the scents and the sounds of garden. >>
Ashes and snow
- Gregory Colbert -
Remember summer days in BSCT.