Saturday, January 5, 2008

Behind the curtains


My world is made of transparent curtains
My people are shadows
And my world is mirage
I don’t grow and I will never go
Do you understand?
Do you see?
The curtains covering the dreams
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Vass said...

Curtains through which everybody sees, and everybody thinks he sees.

January 6, 2008 at 9:47 AM

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