N-kk
07-ago.-2009, 12:08
It's strange for me. Every snowflake falls down in a different way, is not like the rain.
There are snowflakes that fall down fluttering, almost alive, they look like butterflies. Others are left to go, like a petal rocked by the wind. Some of them flow down, as a tear crossing a cheek. Or they cross before your eyes, rapid, gleam and fall apart before touching the soil, the asphalt is their sky as they are shooting stars. Now everything is covered whit snow, fronts of the buildings and the road less.
It is like a jungle of gray trunks and white crystal where in a river whit its black water albino hippopotamus doze.
Shit!!!, Even the snow makes me remember you and my train passes before my eyes... Shit!....
There are snowflakes that fall down fluttering, almost alive, they look like butterflies. Others are left to go, like a petal rocked by the wind. Some of them flow down, as a tear crossing a cheek. Or they cross before your eyes, rapid, gleam and fall apart before touching the soil, the asphalt is their sky as they are shooting stars. Now everything is covered whit snow, fronts of the buildings and the road less.
It is like a jungle of gray trunks and white crystal where in a river whit its black water albino hippopotamus doze.
Shit!!!, Even the snow makes me remember you and my train passes before my eyes... Shit!....