The smile under this skirt could move continents

Topics: donostia, livejournal

2002-11-28

Off into another sunny day in Donostia, Pais Vasco, España. An optimistic sweetness sickens my departure from this place. The bright, orthogonality of the room suddenly becomes dim and sulking, leaning on me as if to crush and digest.

I must explore the remaining green areas of the city before my departure and photograph them since my memories shall surely wane.

Half of me is a corpse and the other half wants to keep dragging the whole forward until some cure for partial ressurection is discovered. A pill? A potion? Yoga?

Mis dias son testarudos.

tzifur (Martenblog home)

jenju (Thurk.Org home)

@flavigula@sonomu.club

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