When the sun rises I think of a new day as a new world I want to meet. So,in my eyes I see the colour of a rose full of dew drops. In my mind are all the wonderful places i saw or hope to see and in my heart there is the emotion of a new adventure. Come with me in my world of beauty!

House of roses

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Carl Jung
The more frightening the world becomes...the more art becomes abstract.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007


Apricot tree, apricot tree...
Your are a gift in this cold spring.
For my eyes,
for my soul
for the bees,
guests of
my garden.

I put your colors
on a tissue.
And now
I hear the song
from your branches
in bloom.

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