You know what link down in the lower right with bush wrote on creations? Well if you try to click on end up on a blog that deals with phantasmagorical creations made by hand from my novia: handbags, brooches, necklaces, art ... art. Well the fact is that that my novia recently hired me for a photo contest sponsored by DaWanda titled "Happy Unbirthday. Be not so long we have let you participate and look a bit we won. Here's the work.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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walkabout
For sedentary nomadic spaces are empty, to the nomads such gaps are filled with invisible footsteps, every strain is an event that can draw mind maps.
places become a machine that lets us acquire new states of consciousness and that we improved. MISSED
should be continually be forced to recreate landmarks is leaving space to dominate us.
For sedentary nomadic spaces are empty, to the nomads such gaps are filled with invisible footsteps, every strain is an event that can draw mind maps.
places become a machine that lets us acquire new states of consciousness and that we improved. MISSED
should be continually be forced to recreate landmarks is leaving space to dominate us.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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loneliness made
From here on I'll have time for evening
forget, or
to kill me all the time in a memory.
From here to evening hours will be
Spring
composed of solitude as if it were true that you were and you
time does not add up. A thought
shaped
you move, like wind,
the branches and leaves.
in Start, in the eternal distance,
while I watch you go, just to survive,
me
only to me in the silence of stone
and where water
return.
From here on I'll have time for evening
forget, or
to kill me all the time in a memory.
From here to evening hours will be
Spring
composed of solitude as if it were true that you were and you
time does not add up. A thought
shaped
you move, like wind,
the branches and leaves.
in Start, in the eternal distance,
while I watch you go, just to survive,
me
only to me in the silence of stone
and where water
return.
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Bone nut between the waves in my soul
I wonder how I'll look look
cry and how promptly I'll pick them up.
- Bone walnut in the waves -
prayer will be absolute and without admissions
the silence. Spin
white grape
hides in the fog
the foot of the mountain.
I wonder how I'll look look
cry and how promptly I'll pick them up.
- Bone walnut in the waves -
prayer will be absolute and without admissions
the silence. Spin
white grape
hides in the fog
the foot of the mountain.
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