Too much or too little.
Too many or too few.
Nobody knows, my friend;
But the late evening of a wet April
when the birds sing no more.
A dark place indeed, my friend.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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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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