The Rooms by mmpsuf
My room is full of trees
my room is full of guns and roses
it’s under seventhousand feet
it is in the deep, deep ocean
And this is all I am and nothing more than this
it is all about my fear of heights and fallen trees
High above the skies, so far, so far
there is so much light, I was there before
under burning trees, I’m blind, I’m so blind
Help me to remember this and please remind me
My room has seven doors and seven burning windows
my bed is full of smoke that every night I breathe in
And this is all I am and nothing more than this
it is all about my fear of heights and fallen trees
High above the skies, so far, so far
there is so much light, I was there before
under burning trees, I’m blind, I’m so blind
Help me to remember this and please remind me
Un messaggio d’amore eterno trasmesso attraverso la natura. Ecco come può essere definita l’impresa portata a termine da parte di un agricoltore britannico, che, nel corso di diciassette anni, quale è il periodo trascorso dalla morte di sua moglie, è riuscito a piantare un immenso bosco di querce, disponendo ogni albero simbolicamente, in modo che all’interno del terreno prescelto prendesse forma uno spazio, un giardino privo di alberi, che, se osservato dall’alto, rendesse visibile l’immagine stilizzata di un cuore.
Primo contatto con una delle ultime tribù incontaminate sulla terra, che rischia l’estinzione a causa della deforestazione.
Macchina per bimbi realizzata interamente in cartone. Opera di Camille, un’artista francese esperta nella creazione di mobili in cartone. Questo è il suo sito, da cui potete imparare qualcosa di pratico anche voi! :) http://camillecarton.free.fr/Autres%20meubles.htm
“From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
