Sunday, May 20, 2012


.... and I travel
and collide
with beautiful humans


One such unique beautiful human
allows me to post a poem or two.

I love the way she writes

I have a post-it on my wall
it's pink.

It says:
«1 bag apples».

I would stand there in the shop
wondering whether to buy green or red.
Then I'd discover a pair of green eyes
at the end of the isle.

I forgot the apples.
But there's a post-it on my wall
it's pink.



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