A line of light. : )
It was strange, that old street in Lampa city seemed one owned by children. Like a secret.
A line of light. : )
It was strange, that old street in Lampa city seemed one owned by children. Like a secret.
Is this a tree? Probably one in Lilliput ; ) It’s a little bush in the vast nature.
In dreams I am traveling places I can barely remember. I know I will be in that place again, but this time while awake.
Dust storm and clouds… earth and sky under the power of wind.
An aperture in middle of the city of bricks. Makes me think in the words of Emperor Augustus… “I found a Rome of bricks; I leave to you one of marble”.
Let me paint your face while you are sleeping there ;-).
Lights and shadows.
Thinking in Dante’s Divine Comedy. Another sky in another Earth, except the Sun there is not a star but a somebody; and perhaps he secretly wanted that somebody to be a Beatrice.
(Part of a longer work I’m doing based in Dante’s work)
(Unique in its place)
I wonder if the tree is seeing me, or if it’s seeing the hills. I think in a head because Its resemblance with hair, an afro style. : )
Tell me clock in middle of the nowhere, if there is reason to measure time when you are in middle of the eternity.