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des ors d'Ionie – desordre d'isle

nights & vanity

Towards no way …

Sometimes things really appear futile, vain, empty …

People lost their own stories and make anothers with some « if ».

The earth please, yes I feel its music.

I lost here this time my way to the East. And a lot of blood and my memory. My hair in the sand. My eyes in white ones. Like a toy in the desert. A smiling friend I can’t take with me.
My words are too dark deep dirty. Nobody can read me…

Brian Eno : Earth floor

Letter from Salalah, in the end of November

Posted by iscia on novembre 30th, 2010 :: Filed under blanc,fantaisie
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