me .... her , and the wind
this is what the words mean :
I recline on the wind
O, hh stature that is not broken
Why I swaying ? While You are my parietal
me .... her , and the wind
this is what the words mean :
I recline on the wind
O, hh stature that is not broken
Why I swaying ? While You are my parietal
emejota 06/12/2011 17:52
I'm fond of these kind of compositions... they are the author on purpose... besides these colours are truly deep and intimate!m.j.
emejota 06/12/2011 17:51
I'm fond of these kind of compositions... they are the author on purpose! Besides the colour is deep!!!m.j.
Silvana W. 06/12/2011 14:31
Excellent work***JOKIST 03/01/2011 19:56
Gelungener Bildaufbau und Präsentation !LG Ingrid und Hans
s. sabine krause 03/01/2011 9:23
very moving and poetic, saleh! love how the beautiful and delicate, almost ornamental looking writing is seen through the glasses and somehow isolated from the page and context, as though seen through a magnifying glass… and what a great metaphor those glasses in fact are, and how well the work together with the message of the words – a wondering "why?", expressing doubt, longing and a maybe a little despair: why do i see and know but not understand? and how can i understand and thus really see… – – just associations, of course ; )))… greetings, sabine.