Simple, right?

I would take the sky in my palm and I would break the water into pieces, I would smell the sun and I would sleep the grass’s green… But I would touch the… Continue reading →

Notes on Blindness

John: I am reminded of being in Wales with Imogen, when she said to me: “Daddy, if I cried and my tears fell on your eyes, would you be able to see again?” lines from Notes on… Continue reading →

Red shoes

“I once met on the street a very poor young lover.  A gnawed hat , seedy coat, a too tight cape and broken shoes … but with the stars into the soul.” Victor Hugo… Continue reading →