Ancora pregna dell’energia del Viaggio, la mente volteggia tra memorie mentre le immagini si confondono con i suoni e i profumi. Non cerco la narrazione, né tantomeno la logica. E la notte glaciale dell’inverno incombente mi rende estranea a questi scatti così recenti e così lontani.
foto molto belle!!!!!!! brava
Carissima amica!!
Le foto sono splendide!!
sei una poetessa! ❤
Hang on travelling woman
Don't sacrifice your plan
'Cause it will come back to you
Before you lose it on the man
Never fall in love with potential
‘Cause you can see with your own eyes
All the pretty faces and sorry words
Can take away your pride
Got to listen
To the vision
Some may say a dream
Words for the unseen
Or it can make you tired, tell you lies and make you fall
Make you tired, tell you lies and make you fall
Make you tired, tell you lies and make you fall
Hang on travelling woman
Don't sacrifice your plan
'Cause it will come back to you
Before you lose it on the man
Got to listen
To the vision
Play in the ashes
Of what you once were
Got to listen
To the vision
Play in the ashes
Of what you once were
wow…beh grazie!
Fra, mi viene da piangere…ma no, we’ll keep on listening to the vision! ❤