http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRkGp9_mcok&feature=related A vase. Two bottles. A mirror. A cream. With a tube of mustard.
I'm ready. They are ready to take the first objects in Italy from San Diego.
's strange to think of packing the first things that will make life on the go, a different life. A different house.
Monday, the week seemed very slow, did not seem to get started, I was afraid I could never finish. Thursday '. I like this piece, I like the beginning, so I really want to get started.
What I expect and I hear 'again, reaching Rome, reaching the door, that step where I sat waiting, dazed, incredulous.
Fear of tears. Only fear tonight.
I'll leave 'these magnificent plants, one day as close as ever still far away, I will entrust' my girls to some residents of San Diego.
I'll open up 'my breath to you, will listen to' my love, you look 'in the eyes, light' your soul, you will hear 'your hands will earn' your heat.
I'm coming with some object, I commend them to you. However
not forget, are not just objects.
