A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
I wonder what lies beyond
Our memory’s confines
If memory is the true
Sum of who we are
Memory, help me see
Memory, set me free
(Dead Can Dance, Amnesia)
– for you, J.-
Ah! Beautiful, Kari, beautiful!
Oh!…thank you, Ashley!!
I thank you so much, Marcello!!
Wow. Just wow. Don’t know who J. is, but if this person inspires you these kinds of things, then: wow. It is wow, all the way, for me. Red, red wow.
J. inspires me in many ways!!…thank you, so, so much Ben!! (…smiling and smiling in red …)
Thank you so much, Tim!!
If memories are the sum of what we are, I have forgotten more than half of myself, thought provoking stuff..
memory is like fabric, sometimes we wrap in it…we have nothing better than memory, when we have to point out that something happened …
my favourite band…smiling ate you
again incredible art!
of course no ate = at smiling again . this is my english – polish language
Dear Agnes, I know that you know… Thank you so, so much!!
…and I know that is your favorite band too, I am loving them more and more…
…and welcome back again… my blog missed you (…smiling so, so much for you…)
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Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
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