“Art is literacy of the heart” Elliot Eisner / “Arte não é pureza; é purificação, não é liberdade; é libertação.” Clarice Lispector

quarta-feira, 6 de maio de 2015


When You Come
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I Cry.
Maya Angelou


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4 comentários:

  1. Lovely colors that are enhancing also.

  2. Wow this really touches me! So love the intimicy and the beautiful colors of the piece and then these amazing words from Maya....what a great post! ♥ Conny Mix It Monthly

  3. Love the artful effects and closeness of these two!


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