You love a stone because it's dark and it's old. And if it could start being alive, you'd stop living alone. And I think I believe that, if stones could dream, they'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some towering queen they're unable to know.
segunda-feira, 17 de novembro de 2008
The clumsiest shape, the earthiest smell, the hollowest tone
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I like these lyrics. Peço desculpas, não sei Português.
I have read a few of your blog posts using the google translator, but it comes across choppy and difficult to understand.
Oh well. It's nice to check out your blog anyways. Great pictures!
Visit mine over at:
http://creative-deconstruction.com/blog
Oh yeah, this is Escape Plans from blip...
Be Wild,
-G
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