FEATHERS
Loving this
The devil might steady / we wax and wane
This wild electricity…
I feel you
Your precious soul
And I am whole
Strange outtake from the first shoot with @rogerkisby
Sunday anthem
The Queen
Pablo Neruda, 1952 I have named you queen. There are taller ones than you, taller. There are purer ones than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets no one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks at the carpet of red gold that you tread as you pass, the nonexistent carpet. And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, only you and I, my love, listen to it.
Trapped in three dimensions, we can’t imagine the world of four dimensions, but we can certainly think about it well.
