Friday, September 28, 2007
The very best-Radovan Pavlovski
Orpheus looking back
He turned to Her and She revived.
She's fallen asleep over my song.
Did she want me to stay in love
and unborn? Prophecies
came from light like the combined voice of cockerels.
Was it the snowdrop nurtured by the snows,
as I within myself counted the waves?
I searched for you.
I roamed. I roamed.
No
There is no death.
Heaven is innocent.
(Radovan Pavlovski)
Thursday, September 27, 2007
4 Ur eyes only
Thursday, September 20, 2007
From here...
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Far
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
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