a shopping list on the table everything you carefully wrote you, sitting on Virginia Woolf's chair using Charlotte Brontë's pen beautiful script on white paper
the wind blowing at your disheveled hair your bare feet stepping into the grass the slender fingers glide through the clothesline playing Kaija Saariaho's "L'Amour De Loin" behind you, stand Marie Curie‘s little house
sadness of your eyes hides the wisdom delicate shoulder enfold the brilliant a strong soul in a soft body a woman's dream in man's world