* Leonora Christiane the princes of Nederland was arrested for twenty years because her husband was suspected
of treason.

In jail she wrote famous memoir Memories of Wail..

memories... me wailing

* he had told my dreams to be sweet,
* to shower dry the halls of remembrance,
* to renew the liquid trickling through the twisted caves

open the gates, roll aside stones to welcome them;
smoothen the walls and floors like balm,
soft to kiss when tied to them in agony;

point your lips to blow a pathway in the fog that fills the space,
swirling, leaving creased circles amidst the thoughts,
footprints of the swan crossing the lake

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAnita Gritsch
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(based on iF's translation of "Memories of wail")

* From notes of Eva Stromova, translated by Milan Richter.
From the iniate book are the the frirst three verse, translated by M.R.
(the note of E.J.Groch)

 

Special thanks to

Edinburgh Printmakers & Gillian for studio,
Slovak National Museum in Levoca for models,
Erik J. Groch & Anita Gritsch for soul..,
Spaceman M. Oravec for webhosting,
Fish & Kenny for my friends from 3f1,

my family & friends.