A woman speaks… camera scripta, camera picta… a room…
…dead hair cannot dance
cannot argue with the breeze
cannot fall on frozen ears
cannot woo fingers or birds
– to Agnes B. –
A bit off topic, but stories made me think of this –
…Thank you for your stories… (…smiling for you…)
Old song, but I like it 🙂
Thank you for sharing…
Good title ;)))) I think I might use mine to paper a wall in the cottage
…le chambre des mots…oui… (…je sourire…)
we carry inside us strange stories, these overgrown with sadness mold and these fragrant of cinnamon. Sometimes its end with a chuckle, sometimes end with pearls of tears slowly streaming down cheek, and sometimes the end is passionate smile …. do not know if I carry in itself a good story and did not know, what to do with those, happened me.
But I have to be constantly close to the beauty and goodness.
Thank you so much Kari!
…oh, I know you have…
Thank you too, dear Agnes… (…that smile…)
Beatiful pictures; and goes so well with the poem!
Thank you so much, Mathias – for your kind words…
Nice concept as always.
…thank you, thank you Virgilio…
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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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