We're here
     to turn into
     a tree.

     JC   02 26 14

Only the shadows
know
the secrets
of closed houses,
only
the forbidden wind
and the moon that shines
on the roof

P. Neruda

 A delicate balance
 of a moment , memory
 sound.

Sound recorded 9am 02 17 14
from my window

                                  Two Polaroids pictures painted and layered in Photoshop

                             
                                 In dreams I transform myself
                                 white cat
                                 black
                                 face
                                 of other
                                 river stone
                                The smell of rain
                                dark sky
                                silence