Read a book and whisper quotes until you make them yours.
The cold and soft keyboard that gently gives in beneath my fingers, creating with this oh so mechanical process. The feelings within my heart. Melancholy and the shades of it.
The memory of blue shadows and the touch of snow. The pale rose, the white and baby blue.
- Fragmento de Amor sintiendo, Aída Elena Párraga (via poesianoerestu)