MODO

Modo – February 11, 2006

The music talks…

Lots of energy is in the air… She is dancing still with her eyes closed… He is warming up his hands with the candle… She is inviting… He is refusing… The waiter is tired but is still smiling… The DJ is selling his last CD… and I’m staring at the wine; switching my eyes to the pictures on the wall; thinking of how to describe and what to write…

The music still talks to me…

S

6 thoughts on “MODO

  1. Anonymous

    and she thinks: Is there any hope? and in her heart she knows there isn’t …
    And the music still talks … and talks … and talks…

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