Leonor F: We wanted to be the sky.
Leonor F: A moment, a laugh.
Leonor F: Blurry.
Leonor F: Quiet, standing still.
Leonor F: Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words.
Leonor F: April come she will.
Leonor F: Red.
Leonor F: Cloudy.
Leonor F: Urban web.
Leonor F: Road trips.
Leonor F: A mirror.
Leonor F: Blue.
Leonor F: Give me Solitude, give me Nature.
Leonor F: The sky as a mirror.
Leonor F: Hanging softly.
Leonor F: I need the sea because it teaches me.
Leonor F: Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows.
Leonor F: Light dots.
Leonor F: Above everything.
Leonor F: Quiet.
Leonor F: Veins.
Leonor F: Obscura.
Leonor F: Japanese garden.
Leonor F: Lost river.
Leonor F: Creation.
Leonor F: Polyhedron.