ESTRAGON: Let's go.
VLADIMIR: We can't.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.

Samuel Beckett
Waiting for Godot

domingo, 16 de septiembre de 2012

seeds



the world's full of colors and flavors, my hands feel the spikes of wheat in a wide field, with the wind whispering in my ear and the sun free-falling in a spiral of red and orange. bare feet, natural music -the sound of no human beings around- just my mind humming an ancient melody

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