wama

13.02.08

A flame grand and blooming pulls you to it. You run at it, arms high above your head. Soak it in. the flames looks at you seriously assesses the situation, scolds you for coming so late. Then whispers one word. ¿ Escuchas?

Under your feet thick black sand dunes sway and empty out. Un hueco suave como una cama… will you sleep.

In the distance a flare. Overhead a snake guards you. Something is coming strong.

posted by la kara @ 03:50