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.



11/23/13

they say you are getting weaker and weaker
before your birthday. no, not this time.








стало больше свободного места, на моем столе, на стенах,
может, внутри. эти недели очень темные, как обычно, недели
ноября. запомню еще раз, про доверие. заклеила один адрес
в блокноте, попробовала спокойно забыть про это. 









3 comments:

  1. always craving
    a little more free space
    making room for the light.
    and i'm loving your paintings
    trees along a river, raining . . .

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  2. golden light
    and soft grey, nearly pink, nearly blue
    fascinating wall.

    ReplyDelete
  3. more space and room
    on walls and table
    makes me happy
    like you

    x

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olga