Saturday, February 02, 2013

Iamsterdam

Inception Amsterdam: I found a memory and a dream at an old canal with an old bridge.

With the cranes of Dorethea, and ample windmills for which to tilt, our hero had found a good home.

The winter sun burnt bright  our hero's visage.  His countenance in the afternoon glow cast shadow black on the white painted wall.  Don Pablo Quijote had arrived to the land of the windmills, and he is happy.

2 comments:

Harry Rockower said...

tu no vives en este mundo

Paul Rockower said...

"Imaginatelo en vivo"
-El Calafate