рядом с каждый домом, где мы жили был лес.
и сейчас он рядом. нет травы, листьев зеленых.
только хвоя, стволы, солнце иногда выходит и
прошлогодние листья. мелкий дождь, потом
сильный град, крупный, как в детстве, когда
в блюдце собирала его.
if i new many languages and wanted to write the same things,
there will be many stories and none of them look alike
so it was sprinkle rain taday, rainfall and hail
crashing on my cloths, so cold and heavy
feeling myself these days like this,
pale greenish grey peel and inside
summer bright blinding bright
и сейчас он рядом. нет травы, листьев зеленых.
только хвоя, стволы, солнце иногда выходит и
прошлогодние листья. мелкий дождь, потом
сильный град, крупный, как в детстве, когда
в блюдце собирала его.
if i new many languages and wanted to write the same things,
there will be many stories and none of them look alike
so it was sprinkle rain taday, rainfall and hail
crashing on my cloths, so cold and heavy
feeling myself these days like this,
pale greenish grey peel and inside
summer bright blinding bright
and the bowl from the shop i like
so much coming there every year
vyšehrad, prague. it was made by
by disabled people, calm and friendly
place where they pack your goods
slowly in floral craft paper.
dear Olga,
ReplyDeletewhat a beauty that pumpkin!
and I would love that green house
but how?
can you e-mail me the details?
patrice.aarts@live.nl
love
Patrice
x
it's a lovely bowl!
ReplyDeletewhen i scrolled the page down and saw the first photo of pumpkin skin,
ReplyDeletei thought it was a ball made of pale colored wool.
the mixture of colors are so beautiful
that i haven't noticed yet.
thank you, olga.
Mmmm pumpkin soup. They are such a sunny happy color inside.
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