In the frame of my heart

"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell." W. Shakespeare, Macbeth To Isa Through the frame, as through a mirror, I see your image again, prisoner of glass architectures and invisible chains. As a fallen angel you have found yourself in a social game that was too hard to understand, in the shadows of distorted perceptions and the inability to see your own reflection and recognize whom was looking back to you. We will meet again, free angels in the desert; out of that dream and out of that abyss, and we will observe each other silently among the storms of our universes, with the hearts filled with love. This work is a tribute, a tribute to someone who is no longer here, bu...View all