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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Monday, September 24, 2007

L'air du temps

un rêve tout simple

un ciel gris et moi un oiseau blanc
je cherche un arbre sans feuilles, un arbre
non vivant mais pas mort. Je traverse
des frontières rouges, mais comme toujours
c'est contre le ciel gris que les plumes blanches
de mes ailes tombent comme des flocons de neige

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