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“And I write poetry on anything that comes to hand .., pink paper with yellow lines all creased and crumpled and slightly torn; brown paper bags that once contained Shiitake mushrooms for a soup; my favourite dark chocolate with sea salt cardboard wrappers and empty envelopes with stamps from far-off places where I will never go or never go again. Poets write on anything that comes to hand.
And I know the anxiety of being a wallflower
and I know all the perks.
And I know all the jerks that passed me by
or those that tried to prise me from the wall.
And I know what the cold is like
when I'm on the outside looking in.
And I know who will be there to catch me when I fall.
And I know what it's like to be a lost soul
wandering alone in the Universe.
And I know what it's like to find a friendship
that fills up all the gaps in me;
completes me like nothing else could ever do.
And I know what it's like to lose myself when I lost you
and the Universe imploded in on me.
And I know what it's like to miss you every day to Infinity and Beyond … simply é …
And I know more much more ...” - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=vK7vrLY1dto
Lights & Motion ~ "We Are Infinite"
CIPRIAN …
Eyes so brown with flecks of yellow
nutbrown struck by sunlight
walk through fields of Springtime meadows
wildflowers swaying in delight
arm in arm and minds on nothing
living dreams that lift our souls
stop to eat when we get hungry
sip mushroom soup from chipped and yellowed melamine bowls
exchanging glances shyly hesitant
small smiles turned up at the corners
I did not know this was goodbye
that I would be an absentee among the mourners
how many years has it been now
it feels like only yesterday
still I think I'll one day see you
when the rain storms come and slant my way
I left the crucifix to dangle
to keep me safe on the less-travelled road
I think of that small clip from that film I did not show here
that one entwined within our code
we talked in shorthand when we spoke
or with a smile or with our eyes
the friendship rose and fell again
then rose again just like the sunrise
some things may always be left unspoken
sometimes words are not enough
but we knew that friendship lasts
beyond infinity although it's tough
I still read your poetry
still read between those beautiful lines
and browse through your photography
so much deleted those words of mine
but not your fault but deep within me
was something broken and you could see
and though I did not realise it back then
you protected me from knowing your destiny
I can thank you for many reasons
for being there throughout my trials
a rock a guiding hand held out through all four seasons
remembering your beautiful smiles
to feel the love you had for life
still tangible though you are gone
I can feel you close beside me
whenever I need to be more strong
I rarely met anyone else like you
whose aura was so bright
you saw behind my eyes of blue
to the sorrow that denied my light
you never gave up on me I know
you wanted me to know what life is for
I try to remember all you taught me
I miss you always and simply more …
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Dedicated to my beloved friend, Ciprian
A poet and the most beautiful human being you could ever wish to meet. To know him was to love him and when he passed he left the biggest hole in the Universe. I don't think I shall ever see his like again in this incarnation anyway …
Two long years and I still miss you though you are everywhere
In the rain and in the yellow
To Infinity and beyond … simply é …
Iubirea mea pentru tine nu va muri niciodata
We spoke mostly in French, but I did try to speak Romanian sometimes and he would smile indulgently. He recognised the child-like innocence in me that wants everyone and everything to be alright. He encouraged me in my writing and indulged my childish tantrums because he knew that like all things they would pass and he knew the reasons for them and accepted my brokeness because it is part of who I am. That was Ciprian … all-accepting; never just loving one small part of me, but embracing all of me with all the frailties and complexities within my nature. Oh, and one more thing, he loved cats and I would have loved him just for that ; 0) There are many different kinds of love. Our love was pure. The love borne of friendship and shared love of poetry and our minds always questioning everything.
I send my love and respect to dear Ciprian's wife who made his life so very happy. She was the love of his life and he of hers. If I feel the loss of my friend so deeply I can only imagine how hard it is for her to bear. My heart goes out to her on this day, the second anniversary of his passing.
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It is easy to slip into a parallel universe. There are so many of them: these worlds exist alongside this world and resemble it, but are not in it.
Explore--October 5, 2008--# 362
The spiralling beauty that is the view from the ground floor of the Westfield shopping mall in San Francisco.
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Tempio di Fushimi Inari
dove hanno girato una famosa scena di Memorie di una Geisha, con il suo corridoio di Tori rossi lungo ben 4,5km ......calcolate un paio d'ore se volete farlo tutto anche se si puo' farne solo un pezzetto naturalmente quando io c'ho provato a cominciato a piovere a dirotto!!!:((((
Fushimi Inari temple
where they shot a famous scene Memoirs of a Geisha, with its red Tori 's corridor along well ...... 4.5 km Calculate a couple of hours if you want to do everything (even you can make only a piece) of course when I tried to do do that it was a rain shower!!! :(((
Step into a world where good and evil collide with the Infinite Darkness collection. This stunning piece captures the essence of gothic elegance, blending occult symbolism with the dark allure of vampires. Perfect for those who embrace the mysterious, this design invites you on a hellish journey through a steampunk-inspired Goth Castle, where demons and angels intertwine. Elevate your style and make a bold statement that reflects your unique personality—embrace the darkness and let your inner light shine.
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- for challenge Flickr group Macro Mondays,
theme Made of Wood
- Small part branch of an Easter branch
In some parts of Europe, the corkscrew hazel is used in Easter celebrations: branches are brought into the house and decorated, much like a Christmas tree! I keep 5 branches already many years and decorate them at Easter with Easter eggs and other Easter symbols (see the pictures in the first comment).
- ONE of the winter highlights in my garden is the gnarled silhouette of the "corkscrew hazel" - Corylus avellana 'Contorta'.
In low sunshine, the pale sky provides the perfect backdrop for its dark and tortuously twisted branches.
On dull, damp days raindrops collect in every nook and cranny - glistening along each stem.
And, as January days lengthen, the plump catkins gently unfurl into long, wavy tassels - just in time to float above the first crocuses, snowdrops and aconites.
This intricate form of our native hazel appeared spontaneously in a Gloucestershire hedgerow in the early 1860s. An eminent Victorian gardener, Canon Ellacombe of Bitton, spotted the tangled stems and propagated the plant to amuse his friend Edward Augustus Bowles.
Bowles loved plant curiosities and aberrations enough to dedicate part of his large garden near Enfield, Middlesex, to his oddities. His original plant - the first contorted hazel in cultivation - still grows in the 'Lunatic Asylum' (as Bowles named it) at Myddelton House today.
Once established in Bowles's garden, other famous gardeners admired its sculptural, bonsai-like charms. In the early years of the 20th century it acquired another name - Harry Lauder's Walking Stick - after the popular Scottish entertainer. Yet this slow-growing bush (which rarely reaches 15ft in height) has a Jekyll and Hyde personality. Though handsome in winter finery, its summer "plumage" is a tangle of green leaves.
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He creado un blog donde e publicado unas fotos que me gustaría que vieseis pero no quería subirlas al flickr.
Aquí os dejo el link y pasaros si queréis. Seguramente subiré más! :) GRACIAS!
[...] If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite [...]
-- Quote by William Blake (English visionary Mystic, Poet, Painter and Engraver. 1757-1827)
Nikon D200, Samyang 8mm, f/3.5, 8mm - f/8 - 1/15s - HDR 5xp +2/-2EV
Rome, Italy (January, 2016)
When I look up towards the night sky, it just keeps going. It seems as if there is no end to it and as far as we know, we cannot find an end to it. This reminds me of the infinity of God, His love is endless and the angels still are discovering more of His attributes!