Thoughts Punctuated

Tuned to the music of the night, my ears For a fear not I have this evening The crickets chirp their cheers My dear, how I feel my chest hea...

Oh, it's a poetry kind of night. A coffee drinking night to induce creativity in my nocturnal mind. Another one of those nights I wish I...

A story book, I hold to my face Such adventures I see The pages, my fingers trace Oh how they relate to me A smile twitches its way Through ...

In a second The clocks of our hearts Can tick, tick Stop The mechanisms of us All can rust Sputter Die With each gear We all turn Veer Spin ...

The following were taken by my friend Liz, in Ibarra Ecuador and Punguyaco