Москит все записи автора В колонках играет - Brant Bjork
Мне ее работы, а особенно подписи-стихи под ними кажутся обманчиво трогательными и наивными. При ближайшем рассмотрении на ум приходят детские страхи, и рисунки не кажутся такими умиротворенными и милыми, как на первый взгляд. Site
Almost there
keep holding onto the chairs
almost at the end my friend
balance the seats
listen to your heart
skipping beats


windy but warm
the dust blew beneath her
the sound of the carnival
she could still hear the music
as she walked home

]Where I stand
I stand with trees
my head is where my feet should be
but in the dream they're suppose to be
When I stand with trees

Light and Warmth they play together so well
laughing, dancing, floating
but be careful gentle pretty souls
be careful because the darkness isn't far
and the cold will claim you in its crumbling
falling down walls

We only do this in the night
The wheels move exactly right
We hold hands eyes shut tight
All in an instant it feels like flight