Speaking about "roots" with a friend of mine, I felt like a Viking Ice Queen sailing on a drakar like a witch from the north.
Too many seasons have passed since, without a word and after a last blue look like paradise, his proud warrior left without turning back for the
land of Ozz with his axe, his helmet and his shield.
He'll find his destiny there.
Then, the Queen with the frozen heart left on her frail skiff to seek her love lost in the snow and the cold, in the middle of the icy and lonely expanses where her love was lost forever.
She will know her fate in the land of the midnight suns.
This boat painting is a tribute to this friend who was my inspiration and whose powerful evocation provoked my tears during the writing of these words.
She will recognize herself.
If you love passionately like the Queen of the Ice, sail with her on the seas of SL, titillated by the verbs and words thrown like crystals of ice and love in your buttocks by Salomee who loves you and is not afraid to say it.
Salomee
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