The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals. They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat, And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me. The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea, And comes from a country far away as health.
Sylvia Plath
quel viola è bellissimo, intenso
RispondiEliminaGrazie, Violae!
EliminaMmmh. Your blog is gorgeous. I will have to follow you,too because you're very talented. Great pictures.
RispondiEliminaHave a nice day :)
So nice to read it from you, NIna! Thanks!
Elimina