Midnight Traveler
My thoughts, observations, fantasies while traveling through the internal and external universes
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Guitar Music
The sound of a guitar, a singer with very soft tone, a dim cafe, in a far away land, a foreign language, at midnight.
She is singing melancholic I feel the wet of tears burning my eyes.
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An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write. I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.
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