When night is almost done
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces
It's time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready
And wonder we could care
For that old - faded midnight
That frightened - but an Hour
Emily Dickinson

10 comentários:

Rui disse...

fade to black

ss disse...

In night you see clear

Crissant disse...

Adorei suas ultimas tomas.

ss disse...

Obrigada, Crissant.


Insana disse...



Anónimo disse...

Our nights can be frightened
by the absence of light
So can you wake me up tomorrow
can you be my inner sight?

ss disse...

Obrigada, Insana.

alberto cabero fotografia disse...

oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!preciosa

Mayte Piera disse...

Bellísma foto!!

ss disse...

alberto e Mayte,