somtimes one can't help it....but bbeing bluish is somthing one needs to pour out through our hands , arms, skin, face, silent smile or shadow eyes.....
just the blue blow out in the wind..................freedom will bring it back to you in a softer, soothing, whispering way.....
somtimes one can't help it....but bbeing bluish is somthing one needs to pour out through our hands , arms, skin, face, silent smile or shadow eyes.....
ResponderEliminarjust the blue blow out in the wind..................freedom will bring it back to you in a softer, soothing, whispering way.....
sorry for mistakes and lack of inspiration
lots kisses
Nice and blue.
ResponderEliminarHello AP! Thanks for reading. The poem isn´t blue at all.:) Just look at the title::)) All the best
ResponderEliminarSim, jrd, estou no pequeno argumento 3 de uma série que pretendo fazer, a partir de imagens e cores. Obrigada, como sempre, pela simpatia:)
ResponderEliminarQue cena linda!
ResponderEliminarLaura Conde
Obrigada, Laura! Beijinhos para Vila Franca!
ResponderEliminar"Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane." - Ellis Boyd Redding - "The Shawshank Redemption"
ResponderEliminarRicardo Rodrigues
Hope is a dangerous thing for a dictator, for example. It may give the people something to believe in and fight for. :)
ResponderEliminarCan drive a man(and a woman;)) insane - and the opposite, no? Some kind of faith can keep you alive. Have you seen PAPILLON?
Thanks for passing by, sweetie! ****