Monday, September 24, 2007

A sunset in flamingo colors...


...and one day, your sunsert is colored in flamingo colors.
Yes!
The pink flamingos are lesurely trading the watter and the sky is the same gentle color. The world around you is as fragile as a hand blown glass, and you think that what you want is a stretch away...literary...but it's not! It's painfully close and so far away...outside of reach...but yet so tempting and so making you feel the butterflies...In times like that the Flowers and the Litz do help...they totally distract you from reallity...and that's ok , we are in Amsterdam...vodka speaks lowder than anythingh...and the sky is in flanmingo colors...ostrige soft plums are wrapping my naked body and I am in a bliss with the sky....and the rest seems surreal...50 years old dream is in front of my eyes...and I don't even get jelous...the night is quite, but tension of unknown kind is tearing the skies in lightnings....
I'm destined to my life, just as is...no pause, no break, no credit...Flamingos are pretty....