El viento, mi amigo, limpia el alma
The wind, my friend, brings confussion and doubt
She would always say that she'd never go away
(she said) I would always have her heart
(she said) until death do us part
But then the north wind blew
Tell me what I'm gonna do
now that the north wind blew
- Ben Vaughn
6 comments:
Nice interpretation of the poem.
Beautiful simple lines!
beautiful! both the photo and the drawing capture the many moods of the wind.
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Me encanta saber que inspira tus dibujos!!!
Tu inspiracion me inspira!
I love the pinwheel picture...and your little illustration goes nicely with the poem. By the way, I love the imagery of the "north wind". There's something mysterious about it.
Oh wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... :)
Your comments encourage me everyday. Thanks.
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