Gudzwi: Shimmering light. Always in motion.
Gudzwi: Mom, can I have one? Dreams of a princess.
Gudzwi: Sitting on two edges. In silent togetherness.
Gudzwi: Waves. Made of meadows and fields.
Gudzwi: Food for the winter. One left.
Gudzwi: Dream Clouds. How does she do that?
Gudzwi: We just keep going. Nobody can stop us.
Gudzwi: A wish free. Maybe the dove lands a hit.
Gudzwi: A quartet and three doves. At the Piazza del Campo.
Gudzwi: As if the laundry is dancing. A breeze in the street.
Gudzwi: I don't make a fool of myself. I am working.
Gudzwi: Desirable memorabilia. Hung up well.
Gudzwi: What's going on? Take a look outside.
Gudzwi: Like ants. So busy.
Gudzwi: Different tools. Devotedly in use.
Gudzwi: High up and into the sky. That's what they saw.
Gudzwi: Out of the frame. Curves and lines.
Gudzwi: Hurry up. High noon is over.
Gudzwi: Blue Hour. And something orange.
Gudzwi: Dolce vita. Why so bored?
Gudzwi: Insights. Show your feet ...
Gudzwi: Dancing queens. Floating headless on one leg.
Gudzwi: Mr. Blue Sky. Hold the line.
Gudzwi: The ease of being. In the summer light.
Gudzwi: Le vent nous portera. À deux.
Gudzwi: I already miss you. And look forward to the next time.