An evening in Pudong

perched on the window-sill of a 43rd-floor hotel room, i once watched the night fall over shanghai's scintillating cyclorama. it came to life at sunset, glittered and sparkled with all its might - then went to sleep, out of breath.

2 comentários:

Beta disse...

I don't know how you do it but you can always touch my heart with your words... and photos.

I can only say... wonderful.

H. Cardoso disse...

Thanks, Betinha linda! Miss you.