Arquivo | dezembro, 2009
11 dez

There is a dark shadow hovering over the sea, just right in front of where I used to stargaze and feel the morning breeze caressing my face. Here in my land, after a long period of stable peace, you suddenly appeared coming out of the misty forest – not hiding yourself among the tree branches, but walking unhesitatingly and fearless to the tree.

You have become this shadow that darkens my dreams. You have made me feel cold even when I’m sitting on the edge of the cliff while whatching the sunset. My dearest tree land seems no longer safe to keep myself quiet.

I find myself looking around when you call me. But your hidden.