poem |
A winter abroad
Fatigued, my eyes open to a dreary mould
Arise I must as my skills I've sold
The sky is dark, belligerent against the elements
My feet of conveyance force me out of the sediment ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 14:34:00 GMT |
2007 |
So 2007 is going to be a year of obscurity, unpredictability and great audacity. How, why, for what reason I don't know but I guess it's ok to have a gut feeling. I'm happy to have been able to record...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 18:27:00 GMT |
