Like A Johnny Cash Song

The typical smell from a single guitar;
marked forever and always..

The arome of the black bean pulverized coffee
again as a new sensation for our morning lips in taste…

The scent of the appearing of the evening,
we are prepared for that.
Our nasal cavaties filled with lavender grains…

The sweet BlackBerry bushes,
and the sunsets..

every kind of sensation like a desire…

what is she
without Tennessee?
What is the evening without her horizon?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s