...iar in jurul ei se lasa valuri peste valuri,vesminte din cele mai cele, iar ea ramane nemiscata acolo, langa Fereastra, impasibila la toate menuetele care se rostogolesc in jurul ei...
hello my beautiful friend. you create so many masterpeices here well because of the remarkably subtle play of images and words where the truth lies- well yes I meant to say where the truth is but it could be interpreted as a lie a falsehood and yes then instead of using the word truth I can say then where our impressions are. have a beautiful day my friend. sending you sunbeam kisses.
a light-filtering curtain is always a threshold where truth and lie seem to co-exist, somehow - we see what seems to be and yet it is perhaps not... summer kisses to you, finally! :-)
...iar in jurul ei se lasa valuri peste valuri,vesminte din cele mai cele, iar ea ramane nemiscata acolo, langa Fereastra, impasibila la toate menuetele care se rostogolesc in jurul ei...
ReplyDelete"Mireas-a linistii eterne, fecioara înca nerapita,
DeleteCopil de suflet al tacerii si-al timpului ce trece greu,"
cum i-a zis Keats urnei grecesti :-)
Oh, the flowers and such from the dales of Arcady have escaped and are caught in some reticular ether. Brilliant postmodern revisionism.
ReplyDeletea humble bow, blushing with joy (and self-contentment :-)))
Deletehello my beautiful friend. you create so many masterpeices here well because of the remarkably subtle play of images and words where the truth lies- well yes I meant to say where the truth is but it could be interpreted as a lie a falsehood and yes then instead of using the word truth I can say then where our impressions are.
ReplyDeletehave a beautiful day my friend.
sending you sunbeam kisses.
a light-filtering curtain is always a threshold where truth and lie seem to co-exist, somehow - we see what seems to be and yet it is perhaps not...
Deletesummer kisses to you, finally! :-)