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

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