What is this mysteriousthing inside me that rails
Against the mountains in my way,
that rebels against the mundane
And yet hesitates to fly free?
What if I need the monotonyto motivate me
to cultivate wings
to discover le monde
without fear, within my means?
2 comments:
Wow, your handwriting has not changed a bit over all these years. Supposedly that shows a good sense of self at an early age. One thing I don't get though, did YOU draw the pretty picture, or was it Sainte Victoire?
Yes, I drew that picture, too. It is of the mountain, Sainte Victoire. The REAL artist, Paul Cezanne, painted it dozens of times, each time far better than I managed =)
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