| = lust for high senses... | Marius Surleac [22.Jun.08 16:46] |
| Beautiful words Willy. The poem is soft, a romantic air crosses its words and reflects memories - is like looking back to see what you realized in life; development of the time mechanism is to be found in: " Our child is a man now and the trees outside the window so much taller." - Very visual though Congrats! Best wishes, Marius | |
| = A BBC program about Leonardos "Last Supper"... | John Willy Kopperud [22.Jun.08 17:00] |
| ...kickstarted this poem, Marius. It's about art, the art of living and life in my own family. Thanks a lot for your generous response! Enjoy your sunday night! Willy | |
| = reflections... | Christopher Thripp [23.Jun.08 03:37] |
| ahhh the bbc ...great reflection of life and times willy... | |
| = "Arts Masterpieces" ... | John Willy Kopperud [23.Jun.08 04:09] |
| ...was the name of the feature program series, if my mem'ry serves me well. Thanks a lot for your nice comment, Chris! Cheers from Willy | |
| = Touched by your words | Sorin Toma BOC [27.Jun.08 22:58] |
| The original love is still there, dormant, waiting to be touched in order to arouse once again... Cheers from Sorin! | |
| = Thanks a lot, Sorin! | John Willy Kopperud [28.Jun.08 11:47] |
| It certainly feels good if it works that way! Cheers from Willy | |