segunda-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2008

Love and the needful drug

The doors of perception
Are missing
Every self
Taking the wrong way
My self
Your self
All selfs
As I walk
Through the fields
Life lines
If I’m not alone
That’s fine
All right
In this hard daynight
I can’t get to sleep but
I have some dreams
Falling out of my hair too


Zélia











Photo by Ploop26