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My heart bleeds whenever I think about the inevitable. What a terrible decision to have to make.
I'll forget-you-not, dear boy.
Older photos (May) I hadn't posted. All clickable as always.
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Dark Horse
Devin Dawson
People always ask why I wear black
Where'd I get my style and why I never smile in pictures
They ask me what I drink, I'll sip on anything
But I'm a little more California smoke than liquor
No, it ain't that I'm self-conscious, I'm just conscious of myself
I'll side with the outsiders
Those long-shot last-round fighters
Anyone who ain't afraid to stray off course
My heart bleeds for country music
Where the honest outlaw truth is
No, I ain't no white knight
I'm a little more
Dark horse
Covid shortened the 2020 season. Schools have suspended in-class learning and went virtual. High School football is temporarily shut-down until further notice. Waiting to hear word on our little guys and their season. My heart bleeds for these kids.
Sometimes in the dark of night when I am unable to sleep
My mind goes back to "Once upon a Time"
And my heart remembers....................
And my heart bleeds ...........................
For what used to be is no more.
I know I have been gone for a while. And I really hate to come back with a post like this., but I can’t help it. As I am sure many of you have, I have been watching Russia’s unprovoked invasion of Ukraine. I’ve been on this earth for a very long time and I have never seen war like we see it now on TV. Disturbing is a gross understatement. My heart bleeds for the Ukrainian people.
At the same time, my disdain for our government and NATO has never been higher. I know, “we don’t want to go to war with Russia”. I get it. On the other hand, back in the late 1930s there was another madman with an agenda. His name was Adolph Hitler. Had we all as a group (such as NATO) decided to stop him before he killed 6 million Jews, Japan would have never been encouraged to enter the war and we may have averted WWll. Right now we see China thinking, if Putin did it, we can too. And they will be invading Taiwan in the very near future.
We must stop this madman now. This is not the time to avoid confrontation. It is the time to confront it with a united force of the US and its NATO allies. Otherwise, Poland will be next and so it goes. WWIII will be here because of one man’s irrational appetite and our cowardly lack of response. Yes, I know about all the sanctions we have placed on Russia. However, we still buy a portion of our oil from Russia and Europe still buys nearly 50% of theirs from Russia. So, if you think about it, the US and Europe are funding Putin’s war against Ukraine. We must become oil independent as we were during the Trump years and become the major supplier of oil for the US and Europe. That is the only way we cripple Russia.
Having said all of that, the most important thing we can do is to help Ukraine cut the head off of the snake before the snake bites us.
For those of ;you who are interested,, my hip replacement surgery went well, I am doing fine. Even driving now.
From the Legend of the Bleeding Heart by Anne Fellows Johnston www.online-literature.com/annie-johnston/4021/
www.goear.com/listen/75a3013/La-muralla-verde-enanitos-ve... Estoy parado sobre la muralla que divide
todo lo que fué de lo que será.
Estoy mirando como aquellas viejas ilusiones
pasando la muralla se hacen realidad.
Estoy parado sobre la muralla que divide
todo lo que amé de lo que amaré.
Estoy mirando como mis heridas se cerraron
y como se desangra un nuevo corazón.
Estoy parado sobre la muralla que divide
todo lo que fue de lo que será.
Estoy mirando como aquella vieja psicodelia
estoy fijándome como viene y va.
Pero como el amor de ayer,
pero como el amor de ayer,
vuelve a desaparecer,
desaparecer. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am stopped on the wall that divides everything what was than will be. I am watching as those old illusions happening the wall become reality. I am stopped on the wall that divides everything what I loved than I landed on water. I am watching as my wounds were closed and as a new heart bleeds. I am stopped on the wall that divides everything what was than will be. I am watching as that one old psicodelia I am fixing to me as it comes and it goes. But like the love of yesterday, but like the love of yesterday, it returns to disappear, to disappear.
...
We all know we see him laugh because it is his job to laugh ...... might be a man or woman who does not know the number of colors that will put it on his face to hide behind a mask features "thick" of colors to make everyone laugh at him
Laugh sing dance draws happiness and joy in the place
But is he happy ?????????
Who can know and see all smiles and draws a smile on their faces that circus clown
Laugh and sing his heart draws a smile and sad
It is not only in the circus that live among us in the circus life, but without spectators
then we laugh for the people to see the smile on their faces and our hearts bleed in pain
Published in the place of joy
Live in a cave mourning
Looking who paints his smile
Burned after colors
But it can restore a heart "has become scattered debris and the wind in the face of autumn
Burnt and scattered ink colors became a fond smile on the faces of others and can not paint it for himself so he laughs sobbing speaks of love, heart, bleeding from the pain
Weave a dream "to live in and hoped that the checks
Aberr time and his dream with the morning
It remains for him but the rest of the spectrum and all the feelings of sadness and silence becomes bared and touched the inherent color
It then goes on a dream "strange", as the evenings go
To come to Sabah
Nawras and sing sad and paints a smile on the lips, reciting poems, dreams and pink to see the smiles from the faces around him and everyone is laughing in his
But no one knew he was in the evening slammed all the doors so sad asleep
In the Kingdom of barren
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مهرج في غرفة الاستراحة
يجلس منكمشا لصق مرآته
ليزيل غبار المساحيق عن وجنتيه
ويبكي بصمت على ما اضاع
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May 27 2011,
I hope you have had the time out of your busy schedule to read my previous letter. This letter contains my next Idea for saving the city some money while at the same time making Toronto a better city. Don't worry it's not all about bicycles.
Once again may I be so bold as to quote you (from the definitive source on everything that is Wikipedia)
“I can’t support bike lanes,” Mr. Ford infamously said in 2007. “Roads are built for buses, cars and trucks. My heart bleeds when someone gets killed, but it’s their own fault at the end of the day.”
I feel your pain as all you wanted to do was to get to work as quickly as possible from your place in the GTA burbs but you had to contend with all those bicycle swarms plus endless plodding streetcars blocking traffic how inconvenient, no wonder....by now after six months in office I suspect you regret your statement and I hope you know it just isn't true as most accidents are caused by the the inattention of automobile drivers. If you don't know this I respectably suggest you have one of your over educated assistants compile and read to you an executive summary of all road accidents and their causes on Toronto roads (not just cars versus bicycle).
Now on to the quality of life and saving money. Please pay careful attention as both you and I come from an age where the car was king and driving into the city to work and back again from the burbs was not only our right but also the norm.
Things have changed: Gas while you can still get some is edging towards $2 per litre ($7.57 per gal.) Ontario and Toronto have gone from an economic power house to second place mainly due to the mid west with their natural gas reserves and their tar sands and "let those easterners freeze in the dark" attitude. The Ontario automobile manufacturing output is a pitiful remnant of what it was in the past. Climate change and pollution we can all see for ourselves they are no longer just subjects for activists and scientists that only use the information to create and then point to some hard to read chart. What we should know by now and every world class city around the globe has already found out is that cars are a big part of the problem.
Now straight to the good stuff: While many American city went through or are still in a period where the city core is empty and the housing has decayed into slums the City of Toronto has always had a vibrant centre with people living, working and playing within the city boundary . Places like Mississauga once only a bedroom city has developed their own identity to the point that they stealing head offices from Toronto. With the Condo boom more and more people have become full time happy Torontonians. This is great for the city and great for your tax base.
The idea: Bring Toronto into the new age remove the automobile from centre stage. Instead of taxing cars that live in Toronto garages start heavily taxing cars that drive into the city. Replace the use of the car with better public transportation. Bring back free parking at the outlying TTC stations even subsidize and increase public transportation make it a critical service. Mr. Mayor I wish I could see the look on your face as you read this. Even the thought of taking public transportation to work everyday must be frightening! Yet this has to be the way of the future and is already the norm of many world class cities that realized that they were dying in their own traffic congestion and pollution.
Benefits are many fold: Less pollution, less dependency on oil, less road maintenance, faster transportation, safer, more space for greenery, sidewalk cafes, transit, pedestrian and bike right of ways, increased health and quality of life, attractive to new business....instead of pretending we would actually become a real "World Class City".
Yours truly,
Metrix X
. . I've just been informed that the weather we had over the weekend was part of the same system of the cyclone, Nargis, that hit Myanmar (Burma) killing over 10,000 (as currently reported).
My heart bleeds for this country.
It is highly impoverished, for decades it has been under a brutal military regime, it suffered in the Asian tsunami and the death-toll has still not been accurately revealed, last year the military cracked down heavily on peaceful protesters and monks, and now this!
"And we shall overcome . . ." Lyndon B Johnson, to Congress, 1965. Let's hope the Burmese people will, too.
I resurrected this composition of the Opera Garnier from my 2012 stash in the wake of the Paris attacks. My heart bleeds for our friends in France. This image is blended from several different exposures.
Last night I felt a wind
Of change blow through me
It spoke of a million things
Before I die I should see
Open up your eyes
Life is poetry in motion
Late for the open sky
I'll be ok as soon as I'm on my way
'Cause I am a song and dance man
I am a song and dance man
That's what I am
A song and dance man
Woman oh woman
Sometimes I hear your voice
It calls out to me
It makes my heart bleed
But I don't have any choice
I've opened up my eyes
Life is poetry in motion
Late for the open sky
I'll be ok as soon as I'm on my way
'Cause I am a song and dance man
I am a song and dance man
That's what I am
A song and dance man
Tokyo has rolling thunder
Beautiful women and warm summer rain
Honolulu has stars of fire
Words alone cannot explain
Open up your eyes
And spread your wings and fly
'Cause I am a song and dance man
I am a song and dance man
That's what I am
A song and dance man
Mahalo Jani Lane, I still miss your voice and talented guitar playing RIP brother.
Ma sœur aimée l’hiver touche à sa fin... verras-tu le printemps...!? La maladie qui te ronge gagne sur ta vie... la lumière à soudain pâlie et mon cœur saigne... Je souhaite que l'heure des jours ne coule pas trop vite avant que ton souffle ne disparaisse... Je t'aime ma sœur je prie à ce que je crois pour que ton âme aille à bonne fin...
My beloved sister winter coming to an end ... you'll see spring ... The disease that eats away at you earn on your life ... light suddenly pale and my heart bleeds ... I wish that time of day does not flow too fast before your breath disappears ... I love my sister, I pray that I believe that your soul goes to completion ...
My soul drifts aimlessly in times of hopelessness.
It searches tirelessly for meaning and truth ...
Yet finds no direction.
My heart bleeds quietly in times of loneliness.
It yearns to find warmth and happiness ...
Yet it somehow eludes me.
My eyes seek out visions in times of want.
They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them ...
Yet they cannot see the light.
My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.
They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console ...
Yet they cannot penetrate the darkness that surrounds me.
My arms reach out frantically in times of despair.
They seek strength and compassion to enfold me ...
Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.
My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.
It poses intense questions that demand answers ...
Yet there are none to be found.
My hand reaches out earnestly in these times of confusion.
It dials the number of a familiar and calming voice ...
And gratefully, my lifeline to sanity ... remains intact.
by Kit McCallum
My heart bleeds every time I see this aircraft, remembering it in its heyday at Strathallan.
So Kermit, what's the point in having a toy if you can't play with it?
REM
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)
Best Christian Song | How Great Is the Love | "The Incarnate God Silently Works to Save Man"
Best Christian Song | How Great Is the Love | "The Incarnate God Silently Works to Save Man"
God became flesh, stayed hidden among man
to do the new work, save us from corruption.
He reserves explanation.
By the plans that He has made, He does His work step by step.
His words are increasing day by day,
consoling, reminding, reproving, and warning.
From gentle and kind to fierce and majestic,
His words are instilling compassion and fear.
All that He says reveals our deepest secrets.
His words can pierce us and we feel ashamed.
There’s endless supply of His living water.
And thanks to Him, we live with God face to face.
God became flesh, stayed hidden among man
to do the new work, save us from corruption.
He reserves explanation.
By the plans that He has made, He does His work step by step.
His words have the power of life,
and show the way to walk, let us know what the truth is.
Drawn by His word, we heed the tone
and the heart’s voice of this person unremarkable.
He makes every effort and sheds His heart’s blood.
It is for us He sighs and weeps in pain,
endures the shame for our fate and salvation.
His heart bleeds and cries for our rebelliousness.
None can attain such being and possessions.
No one can match His tolerance.
No creation could ever have the love and patience He has.
God became flesh, stayed hidden among man
to do the new work, save us from corruption.
He reserves explanation.
By the plans that He has made, He does His work, He does His work.
Yes, He does His work step by step.
from The Word Appears in the Flesh
In loving memory and dedication to all those that lost their lives in the terrorist attacks against my country, friday july 22 2011. My heart bleeds for all the families that was struck by this tragedy.
"If one man can create this much pain, imagine the amount of love we can create together!"
~Helle Gannestad
The queen and the Emir gathered as many troops they could for the rushed ride to defend the outlaws from the religious zealot and the Queens former husband...
- Ok, Madam, I have gathered all Magreb and Levant people here in town to ride, there are even some of the Branch of David tree that is voluntary combatants, we share similar roots even though we have different religions after all we are kind of the same kin after all...
- Yes my dear Emir, you have done well, and that despite you had no rest riding here, I have collected what troops we have here in town, that is a few Lion-knights, Klöber Ritter, Falcon crest followers, even one or two Forestmen temporary here in town and also some civilians who look for adventure or burn for the outlaws political cause... how many men did you say this Henricus had obeying him?
- Madam I guess he have 200-300 trained men, then he uses the villagers he has trained them to storm with what ever arms they have, he even promised some a place in heaven if they would be used as suicide attackers, I have seen him train them, really horrific, he lit them afire and made them run towards dummy-soldiers...
- Who could have thought that my husband could fall so low, is it his head-maze that has gone pickled in all that wine through the years that made him like this? still my husband drinks a lor and he isn´t as sadistic and war-hungry as that old fool, what is it he calls him these days? Papa smurf? papa drunk?
- Oh I think his latest title is: the most severe honorable godhead of the holy order of the crusading unicorns and papa lord of the righteous faith and defender of permanent truth... But I could be mistaken, I might have missed out on some titles, I mean since they are ever changing? But dear Queen why doesn´t your husband ride with us?
- Well to be honest he would count as a minus when it comes to calculating our forces strength it would require 10 men to get him on to his horse, 2 men to make him stay on and then 10 men, well you guess the rest...
...anyhow I am gonna be frank with you, I made a small check by our secret advanced signaling system, so you wouldn´t lead us in to a trap, but all my eyes and ears could confirm what you said, nothing personal but, I have to be careful!
- Oh Madam, you are really a magnificent specimen of a woman, you know if you ever want to divorce this Albert I wouldn´t hesitate to be your next one... i mean I can have quite many wives!
- Oh You majesty I am honored, But I like my Little Bertie, he may be a Kraut and a drunkard, but his heart is golden... but then again if you can have many wives I could probably have a few husbands, just kidding dear Emir, I think we should keep our relationship purely professional and anyhow I though you were "one of those" (the queen makes a limp wrist gesture)
- Oh Nooo! Noo! Madam no, I mean No, I like the company of women, many, many women at once! yes, I am all "one of these" (the Emir makes a stiff hand gesture) I might like the physique of a well trained soldier that is male, but I would never act on it... anyhow let us not bicker!
- Yes, lets ride instead together and stop this lunatic, I do respect you very much for following your conscious and heart rather than your dream of reconcur your former Emirate... anyhow doesn´t your riding trousers make you a tad bit shorter? Luckily your Turban makes you a bit taller in height!
- Yes Madam! I might be a vain and sometimes blunt man but I have a heart, to see the suffering to ordinary people in wars make my heart bleed!
Yes I might seem smaller without my gown still it is not the size that makes a warrior great, as a green toad in a swamp once told me when I had to much Hookah spiked by a youth friend of mine!
The queen mount her horse and makes he final orders then put on her hemet and the emir mounts his horse and their men follow suit, some on horseback. some in troop carry-wagons and some by foot...
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why oh why do madmen have to take innocent victims with them? My heart, my prayers, and my tears go out for those that have lost their lives today and their families........and God bless them all!
Can you imagine sending your little children off to school and they lose their lives? It is beyond my consciousness!
I cannot stop crying over this horrendous tragedy. Children should feel safe and never experience this horrible atrocity!
What has our world come to? When have children become targets?
This madmen came into an elementary school in Connecticut (Fairfield) in the United States and opened fire on teachers and little students:(
There at least 30 dead and 18 to 20 of them are little children! I cannot even imagine being one of those parents.....my heart bleeds for them!
UPDATE....this son of one of the kindergarten teachers was the shooter.....and even if the mother (who was one of the victims) knew of his mental problems......the fact is that most states have closed all mental hospitals and or facilities due to lack of funds......this family could not have helped this son to possibly avoid this tragedy
from happening so I blame our country for this tragedy
they could have avoided all of this by not cutting back on help for mentally ill people in our country
it is surely a sign of our poor policies:(
and if they come and shut me down .....so be it....bring it on!
I say .....shame on you government!!! shame on you! These little children's blood are on your hands!
And Obama can hold back all the tears he wants ....but it is our policies that have killed all these poor children and broken their parents hearts.....that is all I have to say....:(
The Dicentra spectabilis 'Gold Heart' ("Gold Heart' bleeding heart flower) enjoys its first spring since we removed an overgrown tree last fall. I will probably move the plant to a shadier location when it's done blooming.
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
Bringing their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were still all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them.
It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails, side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks she raced;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
That each tail be properly placed.
"Respect for all life," should be the 1st rule of every religion and ideology. My heart bleeds for all victims.
Now the state will strip away even more freedom from it's people in the name of fear and this way the terrorists will have won. If Belgium really has Balls of Steel, we should not give in to fear & hate.
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Lars Stangeland folded his arms, and finally shook his head, "You think that Golovin's path was trodden without blood, sweat and tears? Without war? You think he was just /sweet/ to every purist, every murderer, every wizard who stood in the way of his vision? You are a fool! You do not know what you speak of. Golovin had a heart of gold, but he was a /warrior/, first and foremost, Morne. Let your heart bleed, I do not care for it! ALL our hearts bleed! You would have us sit back and do nothing? You would leave his death in the hands of the people who might have killed him? To hell with your peace! Peace is just the period of rest one has before they prepare for another war. Go!" He stepped out of her way, and dismissed his gaze. "Pick flowers, smile at people, be passive, be limp, be everything that Durmstrang is not. And get out of my sight."
Zijaa Morne shakes her head. "No, I plan on going to talk to the Aurors on my own. Away from the attitude that will get you arrested," she says quietly, then heads across the plank without a look back.
Dagmar Gaard held Lars's gaze for a moment before it shifted away to Magnus, lingering there. It was only when Lars spoke again that her focus shifted away once more. Her own hand moved for the wand strapped to her arm, though she didn't draw it, wouldn't draw it. The words of others rolled by, even their glances in her direction were unnoticed. "What do you know of what Golovin wanted, Zijaa? When Vilhelda was found hurting his children, poisoning him, was he passive? I was there. Our Headmaster was not a flower wielding pacifist. He was Durmstrang. A warrior. We do not let our enemies do us harm and go unpunished. The Gods would strike us down. Golovin would. This is not the slight of someone saying harsh words. This is life being taken. You think you are the only one who only survived because of him. Do not be stupid." Her words echoed Lars's without thought or intention. She watched as the girl started off without hearing them, shaking her head. "Lars... come on."
Marcella Winters reemerged from the sea blessed by the dark touch of mighty C'thuhlu.
In case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see, this is my heart, bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees. ~Jewel~
O meu coração sangra por ti.
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To all of the victims of the last natural catastrophes and the survivors that suffer
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Por todas as vítimas das últimas catástrofes naturais e os sobreviventes que sofrem
my heart bleeds gold. if you were to take my life right now you'd be a millionaire. the threads that sew my entire being together are worth a fortune. i have let everything i've become overtake me and make me happy and worthy of all and any things good. i am sick of telling you yes when i really mean no. i am sick of taking chances i never wanted to take. i am all for living on the wild side, but not if it endangers what i've longed for for so, so long. stop breathing down my neck. get your face out of mine. leave me be. who cares if i let my hair down and blow in the wind? who cares if i run barefoot at three a.m. through someone's woods i don't even know? i don't care. this is the chance i wanted to take all along. not those petty risks you were shoving down my throat. if i jump in the air laughing in the breeze you can be standing there watching if you want. you can enjoy the moment and join me if you desire! but if you're not there, i don't care. i really don't.
did i have a photoshoot with me, myself and i this morning at 7am during sunrise? i think so :) i actually have had an interesting sleeping pattern today..
fell asleep at 2am.
woke up at 5am.
grabbed my camera and took photos outside at 7am.
ate mcdonalds pancakes at 8:30am.
fell back asleep on my couch while watching fresh prince of bel-aire at 10am.
woke up for a final time at 12:30pm.
nobody probably read that, but i felt like typing it out to share anyways. i feel accomplished!
i hate my face in this shot but i guess i'll have to get over it eh?! ahaha. :)
+3 in the comments. i promise i wont constantly start putting pictures in the comments of every photo, but i'm trying to save stream space since i don't have a pro :/
ps, these are all sooc. i didn't touch the editor beside rotating the second in the comments and cropping the third. ohh happy day :) hahah.
thanks so much for another explore :) i don't deserve these, thank you very much :))
explored august 16th, 2010
The crowd for a photo, the excitement of a henhouse of children squawking for a touch of madness. This little one who has only seen himself on the sly, in his mother's mirror as precious as it has cracks, or sometimes in the reflection of his big brother's eye, the rare moments when the light ready. He has already seen some portraits of the little ones in his gang when a few vazahas passed by. This time, it's his turn! He will finally be able to admire his image, he wants it so much, his brothers in misfortune were so beautiful. The opportunity is too good, he concentrates for a moment, then takes the posture that seems most serious to him. The improbable grimace created for the occasion will remain frozen forever, just like the bursts of laughter of the other children, whose sharp high notes pierce his eardrums and make his heart bleed.
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L'attroupement pour une photo, l'effervescence d'un poulailler d'enfants qui piaillent pour avoir un grain de folie. Ce petit qui ne s'est vu qu'à la sauvette, dans le miroir de sa mère aussi précieux qu'il a de fêlures, ou parfois dans le reflet de l'œil de son grand frère, les rares moments où la lumière si prête. Il a déjà vu quelques portraits des petits de sa bande lors du passage de quelques vazahas. Cette fois ci, ça y est c'est son tour! Il va enfin pouvoir admirer son image, il en a tellement envie, ses frères d'infortune étaient si beaux. L'occasion est trop belle, il se concentre un instant, puis prend la posture qui lui semble la plus empreinte de sérieux. La grimace invraisemblable créée pour la circonstance restera figée à jamais, tout comme les éclats de rires des autres enfants, dont les aigus affûtés transpercent ses tympans et font saigner son cœur.
“So, what do you go for in a girl?”
He crows, lifting a lager to his lips
Gestures where his mate sits
Downs his glass
“He prefers tits
I prefer *ss.
What do you go for in a girl?”
I don’t feel comfortable
The air left the room a long time ago
All eyes are on me
Well, if you must know
I want a girl who reads
Yeah. Reads.
I’m not trying to call you a chauvinist
Cos I know you’re not alone in this
but…
I want a girl who reads
Who needs the written word
& uses the added vocabulary
She gleans from novels and poetry
To hold lively conversation
In a range of social situations
I want a girl who reads
Whose heart bleeds at the words of Graham Greene
Or even Heat magazine
Who’ll tie back her hair while reading Jane Eyre
and goes cover to cover with each Waterstones three for two offer
but I want a girl who doesn’t stop there
I want a girl who reads
Who feeds her addiction for fiction
With unusual poems and plays
That she hunts out in crooked bookshops for days and days and days
She’ll sit addicted at breakfast, soaking up the back of the cornflakes box
And the information she gets from what she reads makes her a total fox
Cos she’s interesting & unique
& her theories make me go weak at the knees
I want a girl who reads
A girl whose eyes will analyse
The menu over dinner
Who’ll use what she learns to kick my ass in arguments
so she always ends the winner
But she’ll still be sweet and she’ll still be flirty
Cos she loves the classics and the classics are dirty
So late at night she’d always have me in a stupor
As she paraphrases the raunchier moments from the works of Jilly Cooper
See, some guys prefer *sses
Some prefer tits
And I’m not saying that I don’t like those bits
But what’s more important
What supercedes
For me
Is a girl a with passion, wit and dreams
So I want a girl who reads.
...the need for a change! My heart bleeds...
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The Angel Moroni atop a Mormon Temple in Farmington, CT
Inspired by a song from the finnish band Shamrain. I couldn't find the song for you to hear, but these are the lyrics:
-Black November-
Within this quiet room
Sleep is only an illusion
Silence falls over the roof
Black november swallows all the light
Behind dazed eyes
My heart bleeds
Behind dazed eyes
I can't feel anymore
within this inert season
Painful memories take hold
Shadows wind in each other
Silent figures on the wall
Behind dazed eyes
My heart bleeds
Behind dazed eyes
I can't feel anymore
Smiling in an old photograph
I don't remember how that felt
A face of a stranger
Smiling in an old photograph
Am i still here?
I can't close my eyes
I'd climb on top a mountain
While your at home counting
Other guys and other girls
Other things, that confuse my world
I just want some time with you
Just me and you, alone with you
I'll always be there for you
You are all I need
You pierce me with arrows
Making my soul, heart bleed
Whenever I try to say that I love you
I get stuck on my words
And I fall right back down, yeah
I just wanna tell you that I love you
I love you but the words come out wrong.
When I was staying in Yangshuo at the Holland Inn which was an old farmers house turned into a mini hotel I rented a bike and drove for 4 hrs. I am not sure how I made it back but lets just say 2 weeks later my ass is still killing me. The one thing I noticed while biking on a dirt raod along the river was the amount of chinese tourists on the river on bamboo rafts. It was inane where I could not even take pictures as I felt it was ugly, I can also imagine the strain on the river with so many boats and people on it everyday!!! When I went there 12 years ago everything was so pure and clean but today my heart bleeds for this natural beauty of land. I was lucky to get couple of shots with no tourists on the water from the Dragon Bridge, Yangshuo.
Today was the first day I had a micro melt down from this project. My expectations for each piece have gotten higher, but the time I am able to spend with each is unchanged. Working full time makes this project insanely difficult. It also didn't help that Photoshop froze on me 3 times during editing. I would have loved to spend more time with this shot.
Nonetheless, this shot was fun to make.