Comments about Lucia Daramus
Autumn has never been more beautiful as now
the grain of rain weeps on the leaf - -
the heart, painted poem of God
hangs in the chess of life
I play, I play this game
I draw smiles for a human mask
I got good at it - life and death
what does 'to be or not to be' mean?
Tombs, withered steps, skeletons
the grass kneaded with earth
ice music in wind
tearing the drip by drip life?
Autumn has never been more beautiful than it's now
through sea-pebbles near the cliff
child laugh ...