Kind Rousseau you who hear us now
We greet you
Delauney his wife Monsieur Queval and I
Let our luggage pass freely through the customs-house of heaven
And we’ll bring you brushes and colors and canvases
So that you may devote your holy leisure in the true light
To painting as you once did my portrait
The faces of the stars
(G. Apollinaire)

 

An ending | 2012 | Words of Others | Comments (0)

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