In Paris lies a lady richly left and richly thus pursued by others, although by me in poor time richly met. Had I had but the means or the time to show her how I felt and feel, I would have, for she’s fairer than the very word. My Venera, though not mine, wine flavored … Sigue leyendo In Paris lies a lady
Etiqueta: life
A shadow’s shadow
A shadow’s shadow is all that I am. A lifetime leading to a photograph faded away. A pathway winding towards a city of nonexisting borders. A stained-glass view towards a memory yet to be lived. That’s all any of us are, shadows of ourselves, future past left to wither away in our present passing.
