Posted at 20 Jan, 20:12h in WONDER by Mrs. S 0 Comments 0 Likes Share When Fall has already descended from the trees and has covered the path I'm taking with crackling leaves, I always imagine that I'm stepping thin potato chips. In that precise moment, I wonder if anyone, anytime, has waited, mouth wide open, for them to fall from the leafy canopies... • Quando o Outono já caiu das árvores e cobriu de folhas crocantes o chão por onde caminho, imagino sempre que piso batatas fritas pála-pála. Nessa altura, questiono-me se alguém, alguma vez, esperou de boca aberta que elas caíssem das copas frondosas... — NOTE TO MYSELF #7 • NOTA PESSOAL #7
