Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.
Plutarch.

Norwegians artist love her; Emilie Nicolas.

Grown up

You don’t need to hold me hand
I’ve grown up
No need to be strong
I’ve grown up
No need to dry tears
I’ve grown up
No need to worry
I’ve grown up

I don’t miss the smells
I’ve grown up
I don’t miss the lights
I’ve grown up
I don’t miss your shy warmth
I’ve grown up
I don’t miss who you are
I’ve grown up
I’ve grown up

I don’t need to lean
I’ve grown up
I don’t need safety
I’ve grown up
I don’t need a home
I’ve grown up
I don’t need your love
I’ve grown up
I’ve grown up

You don’t need to say sorry
I’ve grown up
Don’t need to forget
I’ve grown up
I don’t need to forgive
I’ve grown up

(bridge)
My words for you is hopelessly hiding
Don’t need a hand
I’ve grown up
I don’t need safety
I’ve grown up
I don’t need a home
I’ve grown up
Don’t need love
I’ve grown up

(verse)
You don’t need to hold my hand
I’ve grown up
No need to be strong
I’ve grown up
Don’t need to dry tears
I’ve grown up
I’ve grown up
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Lyrics submitted by Lars G.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Thomas Merton

U are not alone.

Naked As We Came

He says "wake up, it's no use pretending" 
I'll keep stealing, breathing her.
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending 
One of us will die inside these arms 
Eyes wide open, naked as we came 
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard 

She says "If I leave before you, darling 
Don't you waste me in the ground" 
I lay smiling like our sleeping children 
One of us will die inside these arms 
Eyes wide open, naked as we came 
One will spread our ashes round the yard

Iron and Wine