via @Outosego | Publisher at @Flipboard #NYC

via @Outosego | Publisher at @Flipboard #NYC
via @Outosego | Publisher at @Flipboard #NYC
via @Outosego | Publisher at @Flipboard #NYC
What a beauty !
keep your eyes opened !
Originally posted on POETAS EN LA NOCHE:
Tomaste mi mano en tiempos pasados. Tus ojos ardientes vistieron mi cuerpo. Yo te miré, quedamos callados. Sin saber cómo, así, poco a poco seguimos prendados. Creamos tu vida y la mía en un solo ser. ¿Qué somos…
Originally posted on mtaggartwriter:
My memory works in images I see them, replay them, feel them This is how I find things that are ‘lost’ I hope I never come to be without myself that might be a bit of an issue For now though,…
The years are gone, but not for Harold.
Pro + orismos | Pre + defined destination, destiny and fate
Half past twelve. The time has quickly passed since nine when I first turned up the lamp and sat down here. I’ve been sitting without reading, without speaking. With whom ought I to speak, so utterly alone within this house? The apparition of my youthful … Continue reading Half past