Saturday, May 2, 2009

Pile of time



Piso la arena con pies desnudos. Está fría. Es una bonita sensación.
El tiempo podría pasar y yo me quedaría sobre la arena eternamente. Envejecería sobre la arena. En un mundo en el que no existiesen nubes ni viento del norte.


I step on the beach sand with bare feet. It feels cold. It's a nice feeling.
Time could pass and I'd remain on the sand forever. I'd grow old there on the sand. In a world where the clouds and the north wind couldn't exist.


Today's music:
Jeff Buckley

10 comments:

Ana said...

Muy bonitas fotos y tus palabras.

FruensWerk2 said...

Stones we do like you and me...But where is that heart of yours???..haha...I´m still thinking of a you/me project...I´ll send you a mail :)

outi said...

oh i miss that feeling.. bare feet and the smooth sand.. it´s a bit cold for bare feet here still, but soon, soon.. :)

anne said...

it's always a pleasure to come by and read your words.

aimee said...

it looks like your little girl is becoming a stone collector, too :)

hanna-happenings said...

Jeff Buckley is really a good choice for this mood. As was Sigur ros the other day...:)

Sta. Pérez said...

No hay nada más agradable que la arena fina y fría en los piés!

marie-louise said...

I can see that you have lovely days!

●• Tiny Red said...

que romantica! fotos y palabras...
jeff buckley... hummmm looove!

please sir said...

I miss the beach...can't wait to go this summer.