between the fisher boats a young voice in the air
the waves wash the memories back to the shore
the wind pushes them out into the sea again
the laughter towards me
carry into the wooden booth
the past the presence mixed up in this time
the treasures stories days years are lying in front
disappear into the pieces made of wood
stored by the heat
searching roots in the sand
faceless the youth of the child
a misty look drugged in the morning
lost childhood future far away on the sea
Natalie and Madame Pompadour - nicknames- always on tour. please excuse, my english is no more as good as it could be, as I do not use i...
Best wishes for chrismas time for everybody all over the world, even if there are no good days, the following days could be a better wor...
juwellery with blue sik from jordany or syria an dold one with metall pieces chains and blue strips on a 2m high canvas, silvery blue......
There are no news from africa, my african house is still waiting for a visit....