The title trumps the image. Lovely, forlorn work. ZM
Guest
09-Jul-2006 23:59
I can hear the hinges cry for someone.For the day to break away the peeling tears that have dried upon her soiled face.I want kiss her wrinkles affectionately with consolation.And share the warmth of my touch upon her wooden frown.And tell her that as long as you can feel light upon your eyes I will hope for you.That if I cannot be your lover, then I will be your friend until the Earth closes my door as well.That my heart shall always be open for you.
Guest
09-Jul-2006 23:55
Évidemment, j'aime celle-ci, toute fondée sur la lumière et la composition.
