Tag Archives: billy mackenzie

people we meet

faces of lisbon.

colours will come

colors will comehard to believe, but spring will come. i know for sure (that’s me trying to convince myself) that the cold morning frost will give away, the colours will come. the freeze outside is just a bad april’s fool game.

from the desert bloom to the setting sun
from the first deep breath of “I love you, baby”
colours will come

fire to ice

from the beach to the sea, from the black sand of lava to the ice of the glacier. from fire to ice.