Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, October 01, 2007

Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake (Opus Arte)

Balcony seat, you and me, could this be a daydream. Darkness falls and curtains wide,hand and hand your by my side. One day you and I, strolling down by the riverside, ballet or in the park, nothing can compare to the magic overflowing from the heart.


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