sobota, 9 maja 2009
MARIE LABAT
Were ever we are, we stay attached to stone,brique and earth. We carry them in our pocket, shoes, heart of imagination. (Gorgia in my mind) The house of Granny, the cabane of the neigbours, the earth of the immigrants, our first country or the utopie of a earth for us and our people. But the road to it is long....
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