Sunday, April 28, 2013

férias

04-26-13
collage, ink, pencil, watercolor
If you bicycle past the black flowers to the top of this hill, you may find a small lighthouse. It's locked up tight but you can lean your bicycle on one side and sit with your back against the other and watch the faraway ocean. The perfumed breezes sail in from Europe, Africa and the Middle East. Even though you have brought a fine lunch, you will be hungry when you return to the city. You might look up your friends and stay up late eating and drinking. Your skin will feel windblown and tight. The night will be cool as you slip in between crisp sheets and see the lighthouse winking at you.







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