Date:	2005-06-08 01:48
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	indescribable
Music:	Peggy Zina - Alli Mia Bradia

True love, I think, is most precisely defined by the lack of language constructs available to describe it.

Date:	2003-06-13 00:11
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	apathetic

You blew in like a breeze
of sweet violins
in the Spring of a concerto
that spoke of warm earth
and the caress of the fingers of daylight

The blossoms, greedy for fair weather
drank the warmth and multiplied
A thousand voices entered, and spoke
While others kept silent,
taut guitar strings pulled and quivering
awaiting their release.

The movement soon forgot its melody
Our feet became scorched, as we discovered
the pitch exhausts its fervor
if one bows relentlessly
and wears the seasons down
to a thread of transparency.