my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



5/25/12

около метро пахнет черешней и клубникой
цветут каштаны такими высокими бледно-
розовыми свечами, много клумб, в которых
теперь растет только трава и опять продают
пионы, так каждый год. 


this is a windy shore, thin green floral wires,
vellum matte blue leaves

i read you, want to say something 
or smile, on the paper but mostly
in my head and only when i feel
that thoughts speak louder than 
words i calm down, i`m not going
to lose what i really have.











dear 
alma, patrice and claudia,
i`m here with your nature
letters, so happy to have all
these things from you and
soon you will see,

5 comments:

  1. ohhh....so beautiful...

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  2. You make so many fragile, tiny things and I just love it!

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  3. beautiful
    ....
    ....

    and
    so glad
    you received my little
    parcel

    with love

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