Mans naiva bērna skats uz dzīvi.Naiva bērna ticība cilvēkam. Mākslinieces dvēsele. Tie ir mani dzejoļi....esmu no baltaesmu no melnabet pa vidu…varavīksne…tas ir — mans naivums…
Some leaves from my life. Memories.It will be about how one little girl, without a father and mother, without a family and relatives — wanted to climb to the top of the mountain… almost climbed… but the light is still somewhere there — long away…...