Adevâr , Liberté , Love , Life a fractal work, must be seen closely, that have nothing to do with the elections this days; that have everything to do with life in general.
A very young girl, a traditional painting and very colorful variations, the past and present are they the same? do we remain young in heart or only few of us do.
A fragment of a poem "Le Don" by IonPapuc , published in 1978 one year after I left the country . The translation in French is mine and the fractals of the composition too, the text is visible in the original size. The poem of a philosopher and an entire philosophy in a poem.
I loved very much my grand parents , isn't that normal when they was the once that care about me when child. Lily is in this picture handling me with fear and care, she was there when I was baptized, 68 years ago this year, with approximation ; I remember the remembering of the lights from a huge and high chandelier .