Bonjour, mes filles et fils!
Today's design is a mix of a quickly out together illustration, and just as quickly put together poem. The poem was actually drafted in French, since I was inspired during French class by the word baladeur. It was not quite beautiful, since my French is sort of childishly limited, so I took quite a lot of liberties when translating.
I will repeat myself: I am nor a writer, nor a poet (I, hopefully, am a "painter"). I still do hope you can enjoy this just as I do. Think of cornflower, rain, and Paris mornings.
Le Problème des Promeneurs
The problem of passerby's:I know not,
I know you know.
Lie down the lies:
Foot on leg, tie a knot,
Brain burnout, in a row.
Hands, hearts, brains,
won't last.
Pass-by the remains
of the past.
They walk too fast,
They think too strong,
Feet, brains, aghast.
When was it wrong?
To know, I wish not.
You know I know.
A wanderer's problem
To remain alone.
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