1 july 2012
Yo estoy contento
Cross hatched, uneven city streets
Winding, entwining
Weaves and then sweeps me
Into a mindful serenity
People speak in sweet riddles
And the sun shines on
1 july 2012
Cross hatched, uneven city streets
Winding, entwining
Weaves and then sweeps me
Into a mindful serenity
People speak in sweet riddles
And the sun shines on