September 9, 2010 § Leave a comment

On the first days I was thinking that I came to a place at the edge of an iceberg., I imagined their houses stnading in a row, just on the board, on the last centimeters where a high cliff is ending, before melting, before earthquake, before.., But then I realized that they are living their life. In the end, in the middle; appreciating the horizon, trying to survive the days, loving, hating, walking., And all the rest , like always, is mine.


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