.
Everyone watch, it will curve your lips upward, softly and with truth:
Glosoli
. by Sigur Ros
.
A shallow rift,
unbroken feet,
a duller sound, and water.
Allow me this.
For I am overjoyed,
bled and crouched, fetal,
having rode the crest
of a wave
into a mouth
of weakened glass.
.
lundi 7 avril 2008
glowing sun