Re: Monolog
<font color="brown"> I often come face to face with my childhood. Oh sweet child who never grows up. It happens in my blurred moment and even in those bright ones. It arrives in its fullest most perfect image, with bits of an adult-idealized form. So much does it caress and play around with me, around and around. There are place that remind me of that soft-lived time and I strech hands to catch up.
Childhood still continues to provide me with shelter, shelter off and out of a an adultlike reality which I happen to cast out. I'm playing, playing, playing... tender cloud that sends me to my lived heaven... </font>
<font color="brown"> I often come face to face with my childhood. Oh sweet child who never grows up. It happens in my blurred moment and even in those bright ones. It arrives in its fullest most perfect image, with bits of an adult-idealized form. So much does it caress and play around with me, around and around. There are place that remind me of that soft-lived time and I strech hands to catch up.
Childhood still continues to provide me with shelter, shelter off and out of a an adultlike reality which I happen to cast out. I'm playing, playing, playing... tender cloud that sends me to my lived heaven... </font>