“Being an artist means,
not reckoning and counting, but ripening
like the tree
which does not force its sap
and stands confident
in the storms of spring, without the fear
that after them may come no summer.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
The dream catcher
Imperfect
The rose
I am
The Sign
Unfaithful
Like a piece of shell
Phœnix
Inner dialogue
I’ve heard it said
Amanecer
I have so much left to cry
Fall
How strange
The sound of life
“It does come. But it comes
only to the patient,
who are there as though eternity lay before them,
so unconcernedly still and wide.
I learn it daily, learn it with pain
to which I am grateful:
patience is everything!”
