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.

Friday, March 9, 2007

Inprisoned spring

Prison is the place where dreams are taken.
They say that.
I know
That there is another curse
An empty soul.
My violets are confident
that their prison will vanish.

So they hope.

La prison est l'endroit où les rêves sont volés
On dit ça.
Je sais
Qu'il y a une autre malédiction
Une âme vide.
Mes violettes ont l'espoir
Que leur prison s'évanouira.


teodo said...

Beautiful and true the poem and wonderful the painting.
I'm in love for your works.
ciao ciao

SMA said...

Thank you Teodo! It means very much for me.