roots, bicycles and dandelions

Roots. A drowsy smile, Hands like braids - feeling home. Roots is finding a flow and go with it, getting tighter in bed, letting your thoughts go - as bicycles downhill. Roots is letting your hair down, slide in silent gazes and words caressed in the night - slight as dandelions. ____________________________________________ Radici, un sorriso assonnato mani… Continue reading roots, bicycles and dandelions