Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Monday, August 20, 2012

Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!      
William Blake.

in the heat of the summer sunshine.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Thursday, August 9, 2012


Les enfants sur le sable se demandent-ils où va ce monde.