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.



9/20/12

styska se mi po praze































far away quiet district with bright colors out of nowhere,
we were living there for a while and hare was hopping 
by the tram line every time when the dark hour arrived.
similar language, pavements, windows with no sills
and no ground near the wall - only dark river. 






9 comments:

  1. i adore the tiny houses
    and the atmosphere, the one i see
    and the one i imagine

    x

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    1. every time i read your words
      whether here or at your pages
      i want to say how beautiful you
      are in it in all

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  2. dear olga

    I think that sounds like a wonderful idea
    and I can't wait to discover who these lucky people are.

    k x

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    1. i am glad
      it sounds good to you too, kim

      so soon
      i 'll tell
      !

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  3. those beautiful houses!
    every time
    you surprise me
    and lift my heart and mood

    love
    Patrice A.

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    1. P.S.
      the owls I show
      are just pictures
      no painting
      or drawing
      yet
      ....

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    2. i just thought the one
      that is closer might be
      the painting

      thank you patrice
      i can not get enough
      of houses always
      coming back to them

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warmly,
olga.




olga