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Another oldie from Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta.
No big deal, just prepping candidates for next years "digital paintbrush" calendar.
(more balloons at this link)
I've got nothing to say about this except, Brrrr. It was cold out there today!
Hand held from on top of a dune with 23mph wind gusts.
Corpo iluminado
De que túnel de que árvore
De que zero de remorso
De que rasura do vento
De que núpcias de mármore
De que fresta de que pórtico
SaÃste neste momento
Para que praia que porto
Que fugitiva garupa
Que torre desconhecida
Que mãos que braços que rosto
Que tempestade difusa
Te encontras já de partida
Não és de nenhum sossego
Vives no gume do ser
Na fronteira do devir
E assim me tornas eu mesma
Entre nascer e morrer
Entre chegar e partir*
voice: Christina Branco
poem: David Mourão Ferreira
Enlightened Body
From what tunnel which tree
What zero of remorse
What whipping of the wind
What nuptials of marble
From what cleft which portico
Did you come out right now
To which beach which port
What fleeing rump
What unknown tower
Which hands which arms which face
To what formless storm
Are you now setting forth?
You belong to no serenity
You live on the cutting edge of being
On the border of what is to come
And thus you turn me into myself
Between being born and dying
Between arriving and departing
Listen to Cristina Branco & Conjunto Ibérico:
© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com
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The 2 persons represented are my dear friends
Dominika Timoszuk and Leszek Boltruczuk.
Dominika graduated in law and got a master degree
in criminology. However, she is rather interested in arts and
literature. She also loves music and sings in her rockband
and sometimes writes about life observations.
Visit Dominika's great blog: "Inner Light"
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For more information about my art: info@benheine.com
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Dreamy Invader
By Dominika Timoszuk
You and You
always in my dreams
Real, so real
only when I sleep
Close, too close
makes me feel afraid
That my whisper
will reveal
will betray
that You were here
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All the poems posted here are by Dominika Timoszuk.
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Under my skin
By Dominika Timoszuk
Nothing new under my skin:
Blood perversely rushes through veins
Every move strains my muscles
Every heartbeat closes Death.
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Nirvana of Mine
By Dominika Timoszuk
A thoughtless moment-
joyful nonexistance
With no past behind me-
laugh at ego persistence.
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I'm every woman
By Dominika Timoszuk
I'm every woman
Craving for attention
Sweet lies
not to mention
A walking contradiction
Within just one month
Anything can happen
That is woman's life.
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Against Disabilism
By Dominika Timoszuk
Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure
For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies
Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath
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Sweet Dreaming
By Dominika Timoszuk
Again-the dreaming-
And that sweet, sweet feeling
when the dream slips woken mind.
And moment of truth
You're gone, no more us-two
And again I'm all alone.
A banal cliché
Fatal anyway
I'm killing the dream
Stuck in reality.
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Provoking Myself
By Dominika Timoszuk
I dreamt of hugging that made me shiver
I dreamt of sucking that made me blush
I dreamt of licking that made me give her
the whole small prudish world of mine
And then I woke up and right beside me
There was she lying stark naked, so pleased
And realised it wasn't just dreaming
And here I go- a totally new Me.
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Wind in my Hair
By Dominika Timoszuk
Wind in my hair
Euphemism today
Can't blame the wind
It's blowing like hell
Drops from the sky
Euphemism once more
Can't blame the rain
It wets me to the core.
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Long ago
By Dominika Timoszuk
When the past comes back
And gets sitted right beside You
Then you realise
That it is all behind You
And the words he says don't hurt
Though they still make melody
Though the looks can't deceive
No they can't, indeed!
And though moment gets me stuck
In- between realities
There's no place for regrets
Only pleasure memories
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The Verses from the Bus
By Dominika Timoszuk
The fragility of Fate!
Though Fate seems so grave
That's just an illusion
The mix, the fusion
Of impossibility
Of ridiculous
The mingle of you and me
Sweet, sour, loving, mean
Exaggeration, duration
Of our small nation
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While drunk...
By Dominika Timoszuk
Drunk in my mind
Physically sober
That is my way
to survive October
Soon to come winter
Freezes my cheer
Leaves cover my bed
Need You to warm me Dear
I deeply hope
Like nature blooms
That in the spring
I'll also do
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The Handicapped
By Dominika Timoszuk
Come in handy Handicapped
Show us how to treasure
What we take for granted
Without having a measure
For we can walk
and march for war
For we can speak
but tell all lies
Handicapped we are
Though having all we need
With no compasion- mentally ill
Looking so fine- rotten underneath
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Sad Conclusion
By Dominika Timoszuk
Don't worry, be happy
Friday the Thirteenth
Nothing bad can happen
Except for this:
You spill the milk all over
You crush Your shiny Rover
You really deadly miss her
You stain your favourite T-shirt
Don't worry, be happy
Saturday- Fourteenth
Nothing bad will happen
Except for this:
You...
On and on all over
Like on the carousel
Life chases destiny
Through triviality...
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The Greed
By Dominika Timoszuk
Oh, God's little malice
Forbiding the greed
When it's all people's nature
The craving for life
To grab it and taste it
With their mouths full
They mumble sinning
always yearn for more
Insatiable desire
Never to be fullfilled
But that urge lasts forever
But that is all in vain.
From march 7 through march 10th all galleries in Königswinter opened their doors... this is my first time to do so here. The "official" inauguration of my exhibition will be in may though. It's an interesting experience to have your own photographs hanging all around ;-) Lizanne (lizannes_lightpaintings here on flickr) joined me with some of her works, too.
Werner (poetry & truth) came over visiting... here you will find some more photographs: flickr.com/photos/poetry-and-truth/2318567431/
To all my wonderful Flickr friends my best wishes for a blessed
and wonderful Easter holiday! I will be away for some days... just
might have a little glimpse into flickr one in a while......
Català :
Hi ha instants en què el vidre no separa, sinó que uneix. La ciutat brilla fora, però és dins on la llum parla en veu baixa. Una dona llegeix, immersa en el seu món, mentre els reflexos barregen arbres, quadres i pensaments. Potser no mirem a través del vidre, sinó cap endins.
Castellano:
Hay momentos en los que el cristal no separa, sino que une. La ciudad resplandece fuera, pero es dentro donde la luz susurra. Una mujer lee, inmersa en su propio mundo, mientras los reflejos mezclan árboles, cuadros y pensamientos. Tal vez no miramos a través del vidrio, sino hacia dentro.
English:
There are moments when glass doesn’t divide — it connects. The city glows outside, but it’s inside where the light whispers. A woman reads, absorbed in her own world, while reflections blend trees, artwork, and thoughts. Perhaps we’re not looking through the window, but inward.
Originally I only wanted to take some portraits of the wonderful purple
wisteria flowers......when I discovered its leaves through my macrolens!
They are so soft 'n hairy! So I am using the flowers only as the backround
painting....or bokeh.
... for Hannah
On wednesday early evening a 14 year old girl - Hannah - of our very close neighbourhood disappeared.... on her way from the subway to her 400 meters close parents house. There was a huge Police search around... with no traces of her at all. We are all shocked about this happening. This is my sign of hope that she still is alive and will return to her family soon. Many of her schoolmates are helping with the search... koenigswinter.cjd.de/public/home/index.php
Needed to refresh my sight with some "cold" colors after all this red, orange, yellow, brown autmnal colors...
For the Textures Only Competition.
www.flickr.com/groups/textures_only/discuss/7215761397360...
Original image from Rene Ehrhardt.
www.flickr.com/photos/rene_ehrhardt/2390754091/
Model by Karl Eschenbach. Thank you!
www.flickr.com/photos/karl_eschenbach/3277162399/
Conch from Droid. www.flickr.com/photos/lecates/448714495/
Seagulls texture from Cliffordsax. Thank you!
www.flickr.com/photos/cliffordsax/2799257665/
Brushes from www.obsidiandawn.com
Handmade stock. Ok to use for your private artwork but not for commercial nor resale. Please do not use my stock to make other stock.
If used, please credit me with a link back to THIS page and a small sample of your work. Thanks!
*** I'd love it if you'd post your artwork to my group Temari's Galactic Studio. ***
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel unsure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. As we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
Marianne Williamson
Here again my Ginkgo tree...
To honour the Ginkgo, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe wrote the following poem:
GINKGO BILOBA
The leaf of this Eastern tree
Which has been entrusted to my garden
Offers a feast of secret significance,
For the edification of the initiate.
Is it one living thing
That has become divided within itself?
Are these two who have chosen each other,
So that we know them as one?
I think I have found the right answer
To these questions;
Do my songs not make you feel
That I am both one and twain?
(J.W. v. Goethe)
Have you ever perceived the sweetest perfume of a rose
and wanted it to be transported by a photograph ?
This is my attempt...
the red cirkel in the left corner is a policeofficer directing traffic. check the out of focus officer walking through the top right...
all silhouettes?
This is in dedication to my wonderful friends here on flickr
Helmut Gondim and Lars Basinski (unison).
Just found out this is a special day for s0ulsurfing too...........
so I will include Jason in my dedication :))