7 Jun 2010

She was a blacksmith,
and with her ruffled hands she welded them one,
his ears were bound to her mouth, words and song,
wrapped up swords and twelve months gone,
Their kingdom split. . .  the fallen king Solomon,
now he the lamb,   and she the python
now Rehoboam I will become

remember my dads words before my heart she won

a screen print I did a long while back, of which there is only one, owned by Carlos Rossati himself.
luckily I found this on a stick of memories retrieved from Stockholm the old home, i hear these days its quite sunny in those icy caverns , the bears have gone and the dark hours are getting shorter.

1 comment:

  1. sending one back!
    awesome stuff :))

    would you fly with the sun???