Wednesday, September 3, 2008


Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand.

Vanished from my hand.

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.


Bob Dylan

6 comments:

BeLLaDoNna said...

Hey lady,
I emailed you like a week ago
havent heard from you in a while.. miss you. by the way the likeness to dylan in this piece is phenomenal.

<3Andrea

Anonymous said...

my weariness amazes me
i'm branded on my feet

i have no one to meet

and my ancient empty street's
too dead for dreaming

Anonymous said...

They'll stone ya when ya walkin on the floor
They'll stone ya when ya walkin through the door


But, I would not feel so all alone



Everybody must get stoned.

Te, he, he, he. Sorry, I had to!

Dylan is the greatest American songwriter of all time. Great portrait. You need to be getting paid for this stuff. -Brother

Tracey Latorelli said...

Bravo, Ame.....Bravo !

Mum
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Anonymous said...

wow is all I can really say.

Love Manda

Keep it up :)

Anonymous said...

to dance beneath the diamond sky
with one hand waving free
silhouetted by the sea

circled by the circus sands
with all memory and fate
driven deep beneath the waves

let me forget about today
.....until tomorrow