Pustiti oditi / Lah Gah / Letting Go
Gurgling dough
runs through laughing eyes
past father and horizon.
An intimate moment, so simple.
Through the base of the pan into the world.
Lost hands. Lost touches.
And trying to grasp
What is not tangible.
Performing
For a better user experience and traffic analysis we avail cookies. By visiting this page you automatically agree to the terms of use. More info
Web cookies