the power of love

Déjeuner

Manet's Déjeuner sur l'herbe

sometimes it's us that sit naked while everybody goes about their chores, we just look and wonder : " - oh, my goodness..."
how efficient and determined everybody is and how oblivious of us, they all are
no sound they make, just moving and stoping, mostly moving, like fish in a bowl, like a dream inside a dream