Wednesday, July 29, 2009


The pale turquoise moon dripped softly through the sheer curtains like pearly beads of water dripping off a tender vernal leaf descending ever so gently onto the fertile bed bellow, where she waited for him in the illuminated night with a more intense desire than the parched fields long for the nourishment of a late affectionate summer rain.

1 comment:

  1. La fotografía es tuya? me ha encantado, así como la melodía de tus palabras...un besote!!!