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Stories.

Read about my dreams and thoughts and kisses and hugs here.

Rainy eyes and blue skies.

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Rainy eyes, sharing cries that belong to a different life, 
and does not match these blue skies. 
Our reality is spread in different directions and obsessions across water and time
and is too far for these rainy eyes and these blue skies. 
And when rainy eyes run dry in our garden, and apples harden,
we will see traces of stardust in lunar light. 
And in the night we just ignite with this light thinking that it is all right. 


... May my eyes rain in pastel colours
when the paint of love runs dry
or changes into watercolour. 

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