My old house
Past few days I was guest in my parents house. Coming back in the house where I’ve spend most of my life, stirred up lots of emotions inside of me; feeling happy and sad in the same time.
For today, I have decided to experiment and mix drawing and poetry. Drawing of a bird house together with haiku poem that I wrote several years ago.
“Кога сонувам,
мојата стара куќа
уште е таму.”
“My old house”, pencil on paper (10cm x 15cm)