my fingers have unfolded
slipping through yours, falling
to my side.
slipping through yours, falling
to my side.
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- 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..
2 comments:
Quand les doigts se rencontrent, animés de vies d'ailleurs, et basculent vers des désirs exécutés dans une autre mesure, c'est une musique sans fin, c'est la rencontre d'autres dimensions, c'est l'ailleurs qui attend, l'espoir, un souffle de vie, la marge peut-être tant attendue, l'évasion enfin possible.
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