Purple gloves

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved purple
Sooo much that a dear friend sent her a special gift he knitted himself
So that despite their physical distance
They could feel themselves hand in hand in the coldest winters
Thank you for this special and unique gloves that will always remind me of you Robert!
As you see, they are fitting perfectly to my hands:)
Hope to see you soon...

3 yorum:

dadagu dedi ki...

The oily water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun
sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that
stream, no hermit in those mounts, just our-
selves rheumy-eyed and hungover like old bums
on the riverbank, tired and wily.
--sunflower sutra--a.ginsberg--

H. Cardoso dedi ki...

Fulicim, did I tell you? I also have a blog now!



Fuliyama dedi ki...

How nice that you visited my blog:)
I will check yours in a minute!