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Nothing to do but scuff down
the graveyard road behind the playground,
past the name-stones lined up in rows
beneath their guardian pines,
on out into the long, low waves of plains
that dissolved time. We'd angle off
from fence and telephone line, through
ribbon-grass that closed behind as though
we'd never been, and drift toward the bluff
above the river-bend where the junked pickup
moored with its load of locust-skeletons.
Stretched across the blistered hood, we let
our dresses catch the wind while clouds above
dimmed their pink to purple, then shadow-blue—
So slow, we listened to our own bones grow.
By: Debra Nystrom
Bocca Nuova/Voragine (left) and Southeast (right) craters today have been showing signs of strombolian activity. In the bottom right corner are visible two old cones respectively called Mt. Nero (up) and Mt. Nero degli Zappini (down).
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Had a hard time going to sleep last night, thought I may as well set the camera up to document and try to put my mind to rest. Getting a 2 for this week. HWW!
La noyee - Yann Tiersen
A volte i tuoi occhi non possono nascondere quello che provano, o meglio, sentono dentro nel cuor o nello stomaco, groviglio di puntine a lacerare carne viva, troppo viva, che dura come il marmo, resiste, allungando un agonia, che solo interiormente ti mette alla prova, mentre all' esterno, con l' aiuto di un raggio di sole la tua pelle si illumina di dorata luce, simbiosi unica coi capelli selvaggi nel riccio sfuggente, segno di un animale ribelle, demone o semplicemente lottatore, e forte è la consistenza di un' anima mirabilmente forgiata da un fabbro di millenaria tradizione, nella quale forza e delicatezza insieme restano in equilibrio, a creare dal grezzo metallo, una spada temprata e resistente di pregievole fattura.
Pensieri dedicati ad un semplice sguardo...
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Kodak Txp 320@3200
I've decided to begin a new self-project, called "The Restless Days", depicting the inability to sleep. I have no specific plans for this project, so we'll just see how it goes.
“There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.”
(L.M.Montgomery)
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things I say without thinking. Sometimes I wonder who's actually doing the talking, but most people who hear them seem to think they make sense, even though there are times I wonder if they're just humoring me (...) which can lead to paranoia really quickly. I try to keep this to a minimum (...) things I end up saying because it gets too quiet in here & I can't stand it. (...) things I have words for that I don't really believe (...) things I'm feeling in my body that I don't have words for. Yet. (...) things that are beyond words that when I say them they sound like echoes of important things, only far away & more like mumbling (...) Bottom Caption - Using Words: A general diagram in case you've been having questions
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Toco Toucan
Scientific name: Ramphastos toco (Statius Muller, 1776)
Portuguese: Tucanuçu
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"It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying
crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges
only to remain unseen;
We weave our web of what we believe we understand
of the relationship of our acts and events
only to remain misunderstood;
From that odd wisp of steam of heated discussions
to the urgent hiss of a new page calling;
I teeter on that thin ice --
That single space of uncertainty --
And I ask
“What am I doing here?”.
by Cecilia Borromeo