Going at random in the night without a destination, route and ending vision, without a ray of light without moon and matches, walking blind, touching blind, being blind I dreamt that joy abandoned me Joy was there and I was her true self This unique scarf came as a spontaneous and surprising answer to my […]
felted scarf -Marrakesh night market – “… The stories are woven and fortunes are told The truth is measured by the weight of your gold The magic lies scattered on rugs on the ground Faith is conjured in the night market’s sound Would you like my mask? would you like my mirror? cries the man […]
“The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song But I miss you most of all my darling When autumn leaves […]
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