Outside Shadow There Isn’t
Outside shadow there isn’t .. Something inside me rises into the abstract world of nothingness where I find again my shadow. There there are ancient gardens singing of birds flowers in ecstasy leaves… Continue reading
Outside shadow there isn’t .. Something inside me rises into the abstract world of nothingness where I find again my shadow. There there are ancient gardens singing of birds flowers in ecstasy leaves… Continue reading
Fuori ombra non c’è … Qualcosa dentro di me sale verso il mondo astratto del nulla dove ritrovo la mia ombra. Là ci sono antichi giardini gorgheggi d’uccelli fiori in estasi foglie lacrimose… Continue reading