how arbitrarily the world fills with imperfections, irregular curtains, cracked plaster, stain, exemplars of time and story. nothing could be so staged, so staggering. the stories are what we are.
ma uit la ea ca la o bucata de voal dintr-o rochie de mireasa, agatata acolo, intre lumi,dorind sa plece, dorind sa si ramana, arghezian, oglindind, de la inaltime, toate cladirile, si cerul inca, si aerul albastru al serii, care seamana cu tot ce spune istoria...
thank you :-) yes, i felt a sudden surge of joy when i came upon this window, and reading you here i understand why: the joy at the richness of these imperfections, the "slightly off kilter" things/stories of life...
how arbitrarily the world fills with imperfections, irregular curtains, cracked plaster, stain, exemplars of time and story. nothing could be so staged, so staggering. the stories are what we are.
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erin
vintage-ul "meu":)
ReplyDeletema uit la ea ca la o bucata de voal dintr-o rochie de mireasa, agatata acolo, intre lumi,dorind sa plece, dorind sa si ramana, arghezian, oglindind, de la inaltime, toate cladirile, si cerul inca, si aerul albastru al serii, care seamana cu tot ce spune istoria...
Beautiful...so like life: unexpected and slightly off kilter. :-)
ReplyDeletethank you :-)
ReplyDeleteyes, i felt a sudden surge of joy when i came upon this window, and reading you here i understand why: the joy at the richness of these imperfections, the "slightly off kilter" things/stories of life...