one dreams his self while he is his self

one dreams his self while he is his self
vaguelooksfromoutbehindherlashes, i am but a shade.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

fiddler in the subway.


Others narrate with lyres or harps;
I tell with my thought.
For he finds nothing, who through music
Finds only what he feels.
Words weigh more which, carefully measured,
Say that the world exists.
-Pessoa

1 comment:

pomegranate season said...

You play that violin, girl! Rock on.