This mandala is named "La Luna hair-fly".
It is created the day my hair floated everywhere.
It is one of the many release processes in the illness I'm fitting with.
The Poem of Garcia Lorca inspired me to see life from an other point of view!
When the moon sails out
the bells fade into stillness
where emerge the pathways
that can’t be penetrated.
It is created the day my hair floated everywhere.
It is one of the many release processes in the illness I'm fitting with.
The Poem of Garcia Lorca inspired me to see life from an other point of view!
When the moon sails out
the bells fade into stillness
where emerge the pathways
that can’t be penetrated.
When the moon sails out
the water hides earth’s surface,
the heart feels like an island
in the infinite silence.
Nobody eats an orange
under the moon’s fullness.
It is correct to eat, then,
green and icy fruit.
When the moon sails out
with a hundred identical faces,
the coins made of silver
sob in your pocket.
Garcia Lorca
the water hides earth’s surface,
the heart feels like an island
in the infinite silence.
Nobody eats an orange
under the moon’s fullness.
It is correct to eat, then,
green and icy fruit.
When the moon sails out
with a hundred identical faces,
the coins made of silver
sob in your pocket.
Garcia Lorca
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