 As the night gently talks to the summer breeze,
As the flavour of life gently spread through the air touching those who have the gift to catch them and surrender to the their command, As the lullaby of my regrets harshly caresses the frame of that remains of seasons and years, As the sound of this silent piece of soul pulse to the heartbeat of this ancient bond.
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AuthorStories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. Archives
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