And when the fog’s over and the stars and the moon come out at night it’ll be a beautiful sight. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. “I’m going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.” “And when the fog’s over and the stars and the moon come out at night it’ll be a beautiful sight.” Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. "One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." "Will you love me in December as you do in May" |
My artistic journey began humbly but quickly evolved into a passionate adventure.
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