General
Behind me is the dolls army. They stand under my flag, in my ranks. Drumming. Ready for an attack, ready to defend memories. Who can do anything to me?
Spring
I flourish in this warm winter! It is so with all of us heralds of spring; my leaves dread the frost, but as long as it is not there, I unfurl my sunlit petals caressed by its rays.
Saramago
In the last few months, I have been intensively socializing with Jose Saramago. I bring his manuscripts to bed, have lunch with him, breakfast as well. Pictures he composes into sentences have the effect as if he is cutting my…
This morning
Sometimes I forget that I am touched by the sun, to birches friendly inclined. That I am the one helping the wind to be visible, illuminated by gold, carefree and playful, ready to play with butterflies. Sometimes in the morning…
Greetings!
Welcome traveler! I was waiting for you, leave your handbag on the side next to your legs, take off your coat and have a tea with me. I will prepare it from plants that know the will of your heart…