When the shops lining the streets are shelters for the rain And trickles of cold water slowly slip down on the glass as tears in the dark And the night is lulled by the murmur of distant traffic And air smells of ozone, and the elegant red haired lady suddenly turns and meet your eyes And each one stares the other silently as the gaze gets deeper and addictive And those eyes glitter as diamonds And both hint a smile and the world fades away Then there is magic around. (* Two photographs overlapped - waiting for the final one)
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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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