There she is.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
[R.E.M. - Man on the moon]
And before going to bed it's nice to see her. Up there. Lassù.
It's not poetry, it's not astronomy. Just something in between.
Moving and revolving behind those sliding clouds. Chronic. Unavoidable.
Following her path. Imprisoned by her mass.
Here she is. In the Rathmines sky.
[R.E.M. - Man on the moon]
And before going to bed it's nice to see her. Up there. Lassù.
It's not poetry, it's not astronomy. Just something in between.
Moving and revolving behind those sliding clouds. Chronic. Unavoidable.
Following her path. Imprisoned by her mass.
Here she is. In the Rathmines sky.
Sweet Picture dude.
Posted by Matt | 9:44 PM
yea dude, sweet picture man.
Posted by Lauren | 1:53 AM
brilliant :)
Posted by evuliukas | 12:46 AM