Thursday, February 12, 2004

A truly beautiful piece of writing by Antonio Savoradin evocative of mood, place and color.

"I don't know what it is that drew us to the shore: the scent of salt, that which flavours tears, blood, the amniotic comforts of the hushed womb, vibrating with some imagined beat or breath."

Some sound out their own rhythm. Some are lucky enough to listen. Go click that link now, and hear the whole "song"!

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?