All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

This is my Pensieve. Hopefully less turgid than my blog, and more playful than work or school.
May9
(Professora at German Art foundation in Havana, Cuba) I will polish the clouds out of these tiles, I will banish your reflection. I don’t fear the sky shadows. Their tendrils never stain my clenliness.

(Professora at German Art foundation in Havana, Cuba) I will polish the clouds out of these tiles, I will banish your reflection. I don’t fear the sky shadows. Their tendrils never stain my clenliness.