Donīt you think sometimes an image can be poetry without words?


When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose


(Bette Midler)


The coloured one is in my PAD today, itīs a little detail from our visit of a local flea market on sunday:



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