Wednesday, April 3, 2013

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

1 comment:

  1. "Desert hot wind blowing through / Feet are dangling in the pool / Wee small hours, summer swoon / I'm a perfect stranger too" (Eleni Mandell)

    Ysoyur great sense of lonesomeness is just overwhelming, Irina. So damn beautiful!

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.