Red Splotch On Breast

With my hands will come into you, those strings will touch the most hidden, precious, your purest essence, to confuse you, there is no longer a me ... as the two merging in 'one, as the root, the energy, the potential ... Earth and Sky together in a concert of vibrations, emotions, feelings, and so light as to seem fresh air, flying, blends , not seen, do not touch ... but there is!

29.04.10 Ishtar


With mis manos entrer inside you, touching those strings most hidden, beautiful, yours purest essence, to confuse you, there is no longer a me ... as 2 which melts at 1, as the roots, energy, the Earth and Sky potential ... together, in a concert of tremors, emotions, sensations, so light they seem to clean air, flying, blends, not vee, not touched, but this!
04/29/1910 Ishtar

... No parties, celebrations, gifts, hearts ... it's just a day that moves ... just a lit candle as a symbol of hope that I carry in my pocket, but not to mark time passing, aware of my past, I live in my mind: why the past is gone, and today is already tomorrow!

Thanks to all those who are remember me on this day, a big hug