lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2012

A yawn


  Open the windows
and leave your hair
free
to travel
with the flowing of air
coming and going
to unknown places
and cover
the longest distance
and touch
unshaped bodies
in time cero
invisible
unseen
a rush
a yawn
of the sleepy Love
waking up.



Picture: borrowed from the website "janedorecovery.com" =)