Falling sorrow Atoms swirl in the air a polka dotted dress is on - as if I had given it thought while moving my hips, legs and arms slowly in circles to the music inundating from an ancient record-player The scenario is lit up by two only candles on a circular moroccan table an ashtray with an unsmoked cigar placed in its midst like a scene from a movie - without the starring role The scent of desire and hibiscus flowers is almost touchable if I was not alone I could imagine it as a glimpse of a passionate affair Turning my body in fearless joy towards a new sound of sorrow falling like curtains it vanishes as it hits the floor ©Lotta Hellron 2014
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 18:37:24 +0000
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