Laima Ravillosa:
Reaching : The fruit of le Tulipier de Virginie. All my efforts, surrendered, when my skin kissed the damp fresh grass.
Laima Ravillosa:
All my efforts, surrendered, when the skin of my feet kissed the damp fresh grass. And all my efforts rewarded, when the tips of my fingers held this miracle, this skeleton of a flower, preserved.
Laima Ravillosa:
Reaching : The fruit of le Tulipier de Virginie. All my efforts, surrendered, when my skin kissed the damp fresh grass.
Laima Ravillosa:
Reaching : The fruit of le Tulipier de Virginie. All my efforts, surrendered, when my skin kissed the damp fresh grass.
Laima Ravillosa:
Reaching : The fruit of le Tulipier de Virginie. All my efforts, surrendered, when my skin kissed the damp fresh grass. The perfection of the flower was like its spade: acute, unapologetic, unbelievably sharp.
Laima Ravillosa:
After having reached the sky, and found The fruit of le Tulipier de Virginie, I returned home. My feet were already popsickles.
Laima Ravillosa:
Reaching : The fruit of le Tulipier de Virginie. All my efforts, surrendered, when my skin kissed the damp fresh grass.