I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Kamis, 23 Juni 2011

Another Conversations...



"Leave it or keep it?"
"Ooh,shit!! You don't even know me!!"
"Just answer!"
"..."
"Not answering?"
"Can we talk nothing?"
"Leave it! Just that my answer for you..."


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