Olaspalabrasolas: Vertices Rojos

Insipiring light

Sol, the name of a girl or just another star in the huge galaxy we live in. Hope, it’s to remember how to do something you have never done. Expect, want, take, but never forget. The letters make you feel panic when you didn’t write them, especially when you can read their purpose and who wrote the message.

My cup of coffee it’s making a lot of questions I can’t answer, but the sweet smell whispers the reasons of the silence of my words. She doesn’t know but it’s making me feel differently, like a new confused guy with luck and the same old me sure of everything is going to happen, both at the same time. Some days I wake up, another ones I just try to, but the average between the minutes gained, the hours lost and the months invested, is in my records, the highest I’ve got with out having it yet.

You. Her. Sun. Sol. Light

Olaspalabrasolas

jueves, agosto 6

Vertices Rojos

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