les etoiles secretes
Maybe once was beautiful on our backs in the grass, dizzy from shaking heads and hands outwards (green grass angels) brightest eyes that ever see a world the color of marmalade, brimming with hope no places where fingers do not belong, where eyes cannot touch and wonder: more than anything else, we try magic to save the night from turning over, save the day for long stares and swimming holes one youth morning turns out better than the last, better than tomorrow however small and fragile our knowings are. We�ll get there.
2004-10-22 | 10:34 a.m.
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