In the morning it is snowing heavily: In the morning it is snowing heavily
(a poem in prose)
For bushy trees
(In the morning it is snowing heavily),
A gray sky,
For betlejem and silence,
For white, though nekounam
Hiding my mood.
(Thickening of the ink.
A preliminary sketch of the crowd.)
The dwarfs and the midget
In children's suits
Lead around me in a ring.
MAGNETIC WORLD: And she left this great legacy…
she put all her dreams in binary format
She went away and I leave floating a mountain of dreams
in the immensity of ciber world
(You appeared in my window, perfectly delineated
and you captured my attention
The haker was enchanted.
He have rediscovered...
The haker now is rich...