Thought, noise, motion. One word: ocean.
February 16, 2014 § 2 Comments
where are you my soul.
I’m cold. I’m cold. I’m cold.
Tagged: neshama, poetry, sogno, soul
Hmmm…Italian and Hebrew…Are you with the Kosher Nostra?
No, my dear. Just existing temporally and spatially between two worlds.
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