Journal

the language.. ah the language!!


Rainy evening in gray tired….and life go…
by anaisanais

Rainy evening in gray tired.
All is so
Dried trees
my lonely room.
And the old portraits
and the book untouched …
Exudes sadness from furniture
and from the soul.
Perhaps
Nature has for me
The crystal heart.
It pains me to the meat of the heart
and meat of the soul
And speaking
my words remain in the air
as a cork on the water.
Only for your eyes
I suffer this evil;
sorrows of the past
sorrows will to come.
Rainy night in gray tired.
And life go…
FedericoGarciaLorca

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait