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i'm really sorry guys but i'm very busy right now...so i won't be on flickr in the next days.
see you - bye :)
purtroppo sono davvero molto impegnata in questo momento,perciò non sarò su flickr nei prossimi giorni.
a presto - ciaoooo :)
ps. colgo l'occasione (anche se un giorno in anticipo) per fare a TUTTE le donne gli auguri per la festa della donna!!! ^^
An unexpected found along our route through the South. A Beautiful old Chapel filled with uncounted doves...
“Human beings are frail and temporary, like grass, and the glory of man fleeting like blossoms of the field. But what God has said will stand forever." "God loved the people of this world so much that He gave Jesus Christ, His only Son, so that everyone who has faith in him will have eternal life and never really die." (1 Pet 1:24,25 John 3:16)
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Today at Color my World Daily Group is a purple day. And the theme at the fabulous Smile on Saturday Group is egg. And who loves eggs??? Me, me, me !! I love especially chocolate eggs (I would love to see a chocolate egg filled with alcohol, perhaps sherry… or some coffee liquor… does it exist already???) but for my pictures I prefer white chicken eggs. And during our staying inside time, I’m using a lot of eggs: my oldest son and I, we are cooking every day and usually there are one or two eggs involved…
I’m always amazed to see how fragile but at the same time how strong eggshells are! They can do anything until they break and fall apart in pieces (a little bit like me right now during this “social distancing / stay inside / everything will be all right” time….).
Every time one of my sons is holding a raw egg, I’m so afraid he will drop it on the floor (or even worst on his brother head lol and eggs are very good for hair !)!! But when you have to break an egg it is more difficult than expected…and some times you end up with a mess on your hands.
I was thinking a lot about eggs lately… How symbolic and strong they are. You can never know how far an egg will go… It could become a chicken or end up feeding a hungry family (that is more likely…) or just accidently fall on the floor or your sibling’s head. After few sips of my gin & tonic, I was convinced that eggs can accomplish anything they have on their minds…
Riding a bike, for instance… Is it possible for an egg? If you are an egg, should you ride a bike very fast and do some acrobatic jumps on it? Should an egg wear a helmet ?? Well too bad, I didn’t had time to make one (I’m sure there is a tutorial on YouTube for that…) so no helmet for my egg… But it has to wear some kind of sing to tell other cyclist to be careful… Why not a big “fragile” written all across the egg. That is perfect, let’s go for a bike ride with our fragile but strong egg…
In a way, eggs are like us: so strong but so fragile. It takes a small sneeze or a microscopical virus to break the hardest and the toughest of us …and we can clearly see this right now…So be careful my friends, take care of yourself and your loved ones, we are more fragile than we think!! Stay safe and healthy my friends!
I think I had way too much gin in my tonic…and this is basically my thinking process behind that picture.
I hope that my acrobatic egg and my nonsense story made you smile!
Happy Smile on Saturday and CMWD to all participants !! I wish you a beautiful
and amazing day!!! We will have a FaceTime party with friends at 17h tonight!!!! So cheers !!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts / positive vibes!!
Artwork by Tanya-Lisa Parsons also known as Jewl.
This artwork has been created in my local park. For more information see the link below.
bournefreelive.co.uk/fragile-world-mural-at-hampden-park-...
Me découvrir fragile,mortel,souffrant,effrayé,m'a ouvert les yeux sur l'infini trésor de la vie et de l'amour.
De David Servan-Schreiber
In Memoriam
LÉOPOLD SÉDAR SENGHOR
translated, from the French, by Zack Rogow
It’s Sunday.
I’m afraid of the crowd that looks like me with its stone faces.
From my glass tower crowded with migraines and impatient Ancestors
I muse over the rooftops and hills in the mist
In the calm—the chimneys are serious and naked.
At their feet my dead are sleeping; all my dreams deeds—dust
All my dreams, needless blood spilled down the streets, mixing with the blood of butcher shops.
And now, from this observation post, as if from the outskirts of the city
I muse over my dreams walking distractedly down the streets, sleeping at the foot of the hills,
Like the drovers of my race on the banks of the Gambia and the Saloum
And now the Seine, at the foot of the hills.
Let me think about my dead!
Yesterday was All Saints, the Sun’s solemn birthday
And all the cemeteries were empty of memories.
Oh my Dead, who always refused to die, who were able to keep Death at bay
Away from the Sine, away from the Seine, and in my fragile veins, my indomitable blood
Protect my dreams as you protected your migratory sons with their skinny legs.
Oh my dead! defend the Paris rooftops in the Sunday fog
The rooftops that protect my dead.
Let me leave my dangerously safe tower and walk down to the street
With my brothers who have blue eyes
And rough hands.
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