miércoles, 11 de marzo de 2009

REALIDAD




Over mountains, over fields, under stars, through corn,

on plane, ship and motorcycle

They travel overnight, sketch during daytime and they sleep 'til noon.

Wind shakes them on the silver MZ

and they drink mountain tea from a golden samovar

Their faces glow with a fiery tan.

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