On my way back from picking
I went to Carla's studio
Where a fantastic mess is in every corners
Where fabric mixes with nails and crosses
Where little people live in kitchen shrines
Where Pacific masks throne over your head
Where rooms after rooms have their own mysteries
Where I just found the orange pompom I needed
Where a Devil boat reside under the garden's palm trees
Where morning tea is outdoors
And where so many souls give their stories….
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