Summer in winter Winter in springtime.
You heard the birds sing.
Everything will be fine.
I spent the summer wasting.
The time was passed so easily.
But if the summers wasted.
How come that I could feel so free.
I spent the summer wasting.
The sky was blue beyond compare
A photograph of myself
Is all I have to show for
Seven weeks of river walkways
Seven weeks of staying up all night.
Foto: Noviembre 2007
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