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un peu d’entre oreilles
“La pluie cesse, et il en reste, un instant, une poussière de diamants minuscules, comme si, de là-haut, on secouait des miettes d’une grande nappe azurée.” – Fernando Pessoa
nests in doors rest
Addressing the undressing of dressed-up hearts
in old house
old home cold
home warming up
Dressed-up hearts (too many)
This painting comes from a poem, a few words about emotions and remedies I can’t remember now, and some human landscapes lost in mind. Here goes the poem: O que nós vemos das cousas são as cousas What we see of things are the things. Why would we see one thing when another thing isContinue reading “Dressed-up hearts (too many)”
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