August sky
The summer heat You can hear the bugs screaming The sky is a pink Pink streaks ahead of a blue A blue so vibrant it shimmers Shimmering memo
Poetry
Farewell Transmission
A secret out of the past We know its source But we will never know its sender The information It tries to create a sculpture But it can
Côte d'Azur
I think there's something in the human condition primed to make you fall in love with a place like this. The motions of life, so hectic