jueves, 10 de febrero de 2011

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses . I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear

Sylvia Plath, Morning song (1961)


3 comentarios:

  1. J'adore cette immensité fluide, ça me fait penser aux tableaux de Bram Van Velde.

  2. This kind of depicts loneliness yet walking towards something beautiful unseen...love your work!!!

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