This page is empty, even with the mist, and the rays of winter sun, which whisper over the freshly ploughed furrows
This page is empty, even with a referral to The Twenty Love Poems of Pablo Neruda
This page is empty, even if I offer you a share of The Naked Lunch with William Burroughs
I looked up; the brilliant bright haze had turned into a dull undistinguished February day
I listened to the breakdown of the breakdown
I contemplated how the trapped may become less trapped; one moment by one moment was all I thought
I thought we were there together
Our memories though are not the same, as Pete eludes to in his song: the words I spoke were not always the words you heard
The playlist is based on John Martyn's One World
