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Piccolo sfuggente e molto spesso irraggiungibile viste le sue abitudini rupicole, il Picchio Muraiolo è veramente affascinante!
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The Look:
Body: Maitreya with Maitreya Applier
Head: Lelutka – Aida
Head Applier: Glam Affair – Paula
Hair: Magika – Apple Pie
Outfit: Sparrow – Flora Gacha
Wings: {PSYCHO:Byts}. – Pixie Bento Wings
Pose: Poseidon – Flight Complete 13-18
Location: Skye Nest Point
Unnoticed
transparent in the hustle ....
a rush though,
a rare glimpse
of energy
so that, when fully realized
we wonder with mouths and hearts open.
A prayer to all sentient beings
to the realization of their enlightenment.
For their liberation from lower rebirth in the realms of Saṃsāra.
To their ultimate attainment and ascension to the blissful state of Nirvāṇa.
By the gracious and merciful blessings of the holy one, and of all enlightened beings.
I keep practicing, to destroy that background and to see the light right.
I went even further and played with my wacom tablet.
I enjoy the drama.
Is it to much?
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I like to capture the same scene in different seasons. I'm not sure if I've ever posted this before or not but this definitely screams Winter, right?
Main Street
Kansas City, Missouri, USA
Mike D
This is my favorite lake between the ones I have visited in the north of Italy.
Why is the Lago di Braies my favorite?
A paradisiacal view with a beautiful contour in which we can see many trees and wildflowers in the relaxing pathway destined to the visitors.
A splendid color in the water reflecting, between other things, the majestic Dolomites still with some snow even in the Summer.
Besides this, a lovely little church and rustic boat house. How not to be enchanted with this scenery?
Besides me, a lot of Italian and Austrian tourists certainly will agree.
"Choose well. Your choice is brief, and yet endless." - Goethe
If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair...🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
"I do not know what to play to the children
in the market, in Lavrio.
I'm old, with braces and glasses
and I'm still afraid of tomorrow.
How to hide from children?
They know everything anyway.
And they look at us with eyes like these
when they wake up at two o'clock.
We live in a dream that creaks
like our grandmother's wooden leg,
but the real time,
as a small child, is in exile.
But the real time
is our son, the big and the small one.
I do not know what to play to the children
but not even to adults.
It's been a long time since I suddenly learned
that I am an ugly parrot.
How to hide all these?
Everyone knows them anyway.
And they look at you with eyes like these
when you return to the city.
We live in a dream that creaks
like our grandmother's wooden leg,
but the real time,
as a small child, is in exile.
But the real time
is our son, the big and the small one."
Friday - Flower Day
From last Spring, a Ranunculus. I find a lot of flowers look really intriguing when seen close up.
...wonky
adjective, informal
not straight; crooked or askew.
"you have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth, other than that you're gorgeous"
Sadler Gate eaterie, which I'm informed is pretty good.
Like a game show host, This Acorn Woodpecker would pop up for a few seconds, then drop back down again...
“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
― Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
Don't pity me I ain't asking for nothing
I'm proof that the cracks let in the light
Keep coming in I'm booking oh
Every scar is a song that I'm singing
Every fall is a bell that keeps ringing
If I break I rebuild I'm not hopeless
I'm alive in the silence
Still alive still fighting
Bleeding inside but I still survive
Every crack tells a story unspoken
Tell it... don't hide
I'm singing my truth through a heart that's been broken
Yeah pieces on the ground still shine like gold
Even broken glass cuts deep, deeper when it's cold
You're a cheating man but somehow I still stand
Ain't no perfect man, just a broken man
Soon nothing left in his hand