A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
“I desired more…than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn’t help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.”
(Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre)
The restless despair of solitude )))
…that´s the one… thank you, Alan!!
:))) it is the thread of sensitivity that draws people to your work…never cut it )))
…I will continue to “follow my inner moonlight”… (…smiling…)
Beautifully poetic reply )))
Well posted from one of my favourite Books and Films.
Thank you, Hanno!! I love this book a lot … and my favorite version, is the bbc serie… (…smiling…)
Isn’t that the Version with Ruth Wilson as Jane Eyre.
Oh, yes it is…
Oh, Tim – thank you so much!!
This is fantastic my friend.
I know this feeling, too well sometimes.
And it’s fun to see that you have this title too. You’ve seen this post (see my link), this restlessness…
…oh, yes – you have it too… (…smiling for you…)
…and what can we do?… love to revisit that post of yours…
Yes… what can we do? We use it in our way in expressing our selves. 🙂
…very eloquent… yes we do!! (…smiling again…)
I do not know nothing. Around this stuff is anxiety,
Which pervades by the river and the sea of clouds,
by yourself …
we are like a sad childs Which move tops,
sometimes we are Immersed in liquid anxiety, that it triggers something unexpected -maybe it is art.
Beautiful!, My Dear Kari
(…smiling…) Thank you my dear…
…again, my lack of words.
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