Apple picnic

Rag dog Philippo

Used to be a hippo

 

Life is a dream

It’s not what it seems

Life is a word

It’s not what you’ve heard

 

The star will ask the moon

The pruned trees lean left and right

I can’t decide to flee or hide

His arms, his hands, his feet, his legs

The back of his head

19-5-2007, 27-10-2007

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