
'The Portrait of
Helene Klimt (His niece)' by Gustav Klimt
beauty is, setting times or anything that is thought
to be
impossible;still----------
there was nothing there
the next morning, clear without any prints
illusion which i cannot draw anymore even if i wanted to
the time stood still, and it was
beautiful
it closed it's eyes like it was sleeping
wrapping it's feathers
as if it were embracing something
laying on the ground
entering naturally into the edge of my right sided eye
from the distance, when coming closely
When
she were riding a bicycle with her two other friends, they went across
the road.
Miiko,
imagined herself looking down from upstairs, and looking upward from
downstairs at the long reddish black staircase.There was something on the
lower right side. When coming near the end of the road,