WAVING NOT DROWNING

I called this picture "Waving not drowning" because of one of my favourite poems which is:
  
Not Waving but Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Stevie Smith
(via poem hunter http://www.poemhunter.com/)

COMMUNICATING

Being the first time I'm posting in this blog, I feel thrilled but at the same time a bit worried. Do I have interesting ideas or preferences that are worth mentioning? I guess this is a question a lot of us wonder everyday. Am I entitled to questioning? Do I even know what to say and what to say? Is anyone interested in what I think or say?

Ha, communicating. one of the most difficult things in the world.
Isn'it?