That's a soft and white landscape. I love it.· regards · CR · & · LMA ·
i think it's important you refer to it as soft. so often it is perceived in its harshness, but this is only half the truth.xoerin
is this field there or here? i seem to know it so well, for so long... and this silence, and this death.
roxana, our mothers planted corn in our hair. our lovers walked our fields roughing our husks open. sometimes we've done this even to ourselves. and then there is winter. can you imagine another spring?xoerin
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))