Like a house with no roof Like a shoe with a hole in it Like a whore lying naked on the floor Like polluted air filling your lung Like a painter without their paint brush Like a cello with three strings Like a starless sky Like the sea without waves Like a fake laughter Like the grass is always greener on the other side Like Jupiter without its Great Red Spot

Broken

Like a house with no roof Like a shoe with a hole in it Like a whore lying naked on the floor Like polluted air filling your lung Like a painter without their paint brush Like a cello with three strings Like a starless sky Like the sea without waves Like a fake laughter Like the grass is always greener on the other side Like Jupiter without its Great Red Spot

can we bend the rules of Love? no one is exempt from its course a curse so sweet we seek it with despair like a shipwrecked looks for rescue like a philosopher looks for meaning like a writer looks for the right words the lover wants wants wants and Love only gives… sometimes heartache, other times bliss

a theory of Love

can we bend the rules of Love? no one is exempt from its course a curse so sweet we seek it with despair like a shipwrecked looks for rescue like a philosopher looks for meaning like a writer looks for the right words the lover wants wants wants and Love only gives… sometimes heartache, other times bliss

Smell of home-baked bread and red wine, Who will be here, watch my hair turn grey? No moment like the next one In my kitchenette of tears.

On Time

Smell of home-baked bread and red wine, Who will be here, watch my hair turn grey? No moment like the next one In my kitchenette of tears.

There’s an empty red chair in my kitchen At a table for two Is it a loner? Is it a prop for a recurring show? Why doesn’t it crumble Under the weight of its own loneliness? Does it envy each set of two? In and out, in and doubt I breathe deeply and dream of worlds Soft sand under my feet Saying hello to strangers

There’s an Empty Red Chair in My Kitchen

Li'l Red - An empty chair in an empty kitchen - Blank Note Card with image of original oil painting

I fell in love with the sad clown with the golden voice You play your part so well With humor and sadness blending like colors in harmony on the canvas You started the world’s first joke that made everyone cry You’re a rock ‘n’ roll diva, a snowman in disguise The Grinch who stole the spotlight An operatic soul with humanity as your best card The joy you bring into our lives isn’t the kind that’s for sale While the real clowns are running your country You show up at the pity party

I Fell in Love with the Sad Clown with the Golden Voice

I fell in love with the sad clown with the golden voice You play your part so well With humor and sadness blending like colors in harmony on the canvas You started the world’s first joke that made everyone cry You’re a rock ‘n’ roll diva, a snowman in disguise The Grinch who stole the spotlight An operatic soul with humanity as your best card The joy you bring into our lives isn’t the kind that’s for sale While the real clowns are running your country You show up at the pity party

9 months it takes an embryo to develop in the womb  9 months of silence and mourning of consuming agony and faint flickering hope like the pains of birth which bring new life into the world the pains of loss bury bury deep and cripple my womb is empty and sewn isolated birthing no more, but tears and endurance

9 months

The Traditional Mexican Votive Paintings That Inspired Frida Kahlo

Where do all lost things go? Is there a special Universe for them?  An elegant corner A lost and found box Hidden from our sight The keys you misplaced this morning While in a hurry on your way to work That notebook with all your best sketches All the breadcrumbs you never ate The nights you were out and drinking Befriending the dawn

Ode to All Lost Things

Interviews en informatie over het proces 'van boek naar film'. Shaun Tan's The Lost Thing: From book to film Trailer

Lilacs are waltzing and waltzing in pairs On the quickening sounds of rain Falling on the tin roof A satiating fragrance of lavender and amethyst Lullabies me to sleep

Lilac Requiem

Saatchi Art: Lilac in Kiev Painting by Anastasiia Grygorieva

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