I listen to the radio. They play Bossa Nova.
An abstract photo jumps out of nowhere.
Nothing much to say
but texture and the discovery of
shadows and highlights
inmersed in color.
Do they have the shape of love?Do they?
Visions and images: Layers of meanings upon time. A dark and fuzzy dialogue with the Universe. Where am I? O Lord, What will the sun bring to our doors?
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