A series of daily notes- from one soul to an other. We are stuff that dreams are made of. We come and go through many life times searching for the reason for existence, which is simply one word- "LOVE".
Monday, 5 March 2012
Sewing
-My arany Cicukam
Well beloved , twas this or the Raphael with naked baby. I looked at
her for a long time and thought
...I know just what she is thinking, namely:
``Holy shit on a hot brick--they actually say that I`m still a virgin?``
See, no-one in their right mind actually chooses to be a warrior,
let alone god`s mother. So, when you can, you sit down and chill
with a bit of sewing. Know what I mean?
kisskiss, my sweet angel.
Indigo
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