Laura Gorre

28 julio, 2012


There is no talk of immortality among these!

Photo: Lydia Jane


There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself--- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also. They are my medium. The sun dissolves on this wall, bleeding its lights.

Sylvia Plath

26 julio, 2012


"Okay. You point - I'll drive."

17 julio, 2012

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