Winged

whisper on a flight, by the window through her mind, like a dagger or her right wish, dozed as then and she would wake, seeing dreams she thought she'd left in sleep.

i drew this in 2003 i think and i used some ps on it now. i guess i felt like trying something new. (some of the wall texture and some clouds from sxc.hu, originally this was graphite on paper)

yes... i guess it has something to do with Eminescu, but not only.