Picture of Memory

He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....

Photographs by Darem Placer

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Thanksgiving Day


oh, god, what a day!
the sky was blue, it made me blue
but now it’s time to rest
my worries are still at its best
but tomorrow, another day
not much to write, not much to say

just thank you for this day
thank you for this day
oh, god, thank you for this day

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