The language of music echoes the colour of a simple sound.

While its tap melodically paralyses each growing emotion

And then, but only then... a guitar softly breathes two times at once.

Would you still be amazed if it happened too much for others in a minute...?

and inclined to guess the next flavour?

They think about what they believe, but actually don’t understand

...and still, I’m even more charmed with each feather-like breath the wind takes.

Whereas my mind is lured, eyes enchanted and heartbeats carefully broken loose.

Tuesday, 09 October 2008

11:05:39