donderdag 15 september 2016

Mortal beings

At the graveyard of Budapest
Graphite drawing in my sketchbook
42/29,7 cm

The priests and the friars
approach me in dread,
because I still love you
my love, and you're dead.
I still will be your shelter,
through rain and through storm.
For with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm.”

- excerpt from an Irish folksong -

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Dank je om me hier een teken van je bezoek na te laten.
Thanks for leaving some sign of your presence here.