You
Weekend getaway. Bedroom romps. Impromptu parties. Bresson, Ozu and Kiarostami. Hash and vodka with chillies. 6 am shoots. Scripts and montage. Dancing on rooftops with gay abandon. Biryani from plastic bags. Nightly sojourns under the Tree.
And yet.
The memory of you persists.
posted by cactusjump @ 8:44 PM
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4 Comments:
at the salvadore deli, time is on the menu
:)) @ yesbob
*HUGS* again... and :-)
Dali I see. And another painting of words. A life unfolding somewhere, anchored to a memory?
"I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio..
Still I can't escape the ghosts of you..."
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