open a door
things happen...
she gave me this
because my son was born
in san sebastian
there was my work
from 1992, on a red wall
and her mother
as basque and beautiful
as they come
she lives looking over the sea and sky
up here high in the hills
like a dream...
20.8.10
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I like the first picture of the woodsy cottage. It's so quaint.
ReplyDeleteAnd nice poem.