The pictured room by Sandro Botticelli

       Dearest,

There was a time, a day past when life felt oh so terribly grey. The days et the night past et I stood silent glaring at the walls.

lost in the display YêT a million strokes to another day, depression at its beauteous bay.

I spent my days not looking for tomorrow, I didn’t know what day or night looked like, my days were lost in the art of Sandro Botticelli. Plastered to the wall, oui right there before my fall. 
I found my zeal to be simply be.
But I lost my way somewhere in the garden Primavera.
I spent eight months hidden away, from the lows of the world day to day.
Didn’t see the sun of day. But nevertheless, I wrote my life away. 20 books today on display.
So today I stepped  into that room, et I sat on the floor looking at the walls that saved my fall. I exhaled, I thought, lucky you to have fought.
The Puissance of art cannot be bought, simply sought.To all the painters et artist, quelle chance d’être toi.en pensant à hier,RS