Qué pasaría, si nunca pasase nada?
A (photo)blog about life, love, loss, living.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Glitter and popcorn
Life is just sometimes glitter and popcorn.
Blood and sweat. Lipstick and beer.
Somebody passes me in the street
and suddenly I smell your hair.
I can smell the color and texture
that have been long gone,
washed in the drain, cut by your fingers.
And all that is left
is glitter and popcorn.
3/01/2012 12:11:00 PM
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