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two women,
two steps apart.
one moves forward.
the other
is already fading
into the surface of the street.
they won’t meet.
but for a second,
they shared the same layer of light.
A beleza nem sempre está na perfeição — às vezes, ela floresce nas marcas do tempo, na solidão do contraste, na poesia do preto e branco.
"If life were made up only of imporant things, it really would be a dangerous house of glass, scarcely to be handled carelessly. But everyday life was exactly like the headlines. And so everybody, knowing the meaninglessness of existence, sets the centre of his compass at his own home.” - Kōbō Abe
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Morning fog wraps the town in soft grey — the outlines of rooftops and towers dissolve into stillness. Time seems suspended, and the world reduced to whispers. Only the faint shapes remain, like a memory you’re not sure was ever real.
"Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations." Margaret Atwood
When early morning lingers
between night and first light,
he stands at the shore,
a fisherman with rough hands
and skin tempered by salt.
He kisses his beloved on the brow, runs his hand through his child’s hair, as if he could press this moment deep into his soul.
The door closes with a gentle hush.
Left behind is the ticking of the clock,
sounding like a distant lighthouse.
She hangs the laundry in the wind and thinks...
This wind carries his sail as well.
She hears the gulls cry
and thinks...
Their call is the same above his head.
Hope is not a loud word.
It is the salt in the bread,
the light in the window,
the candle that is never blown out,
even when the storm shakes the shutters.
So he sails out.
So she waits for his return.
And between them
lies the sea, wide, dark, unpredictable.
Yet stronger still is the hope
that softly says:
You will come back. We are waiting for you.
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Μέσα στην ησυχία των μικρών στιγμών,
ο άνθρωπος αγγίζει τη μεγαλύτερη του δύναμη…
να δημιουργεί κόσμους χωρίς να κάνει θόρυβο.
Δεν χρειάζεται φωνή για να γεννηθεί κάτι όμορφο.
Αρκεί, μια σκέψη που δεν βιάζεται.
Και κάποιες φορές,
οι πιο αληθινοί τόποι δεν φαίνονται πουθενά…
δεν έχουν δρόμους, ούτε ονόματα, ούτε χάρτες.
Υπάρχουν μόνο όταν τους ονειρεύεσαι.
Και για όσο τους κρατάς μέσα σου.
⁛ kαι κάπου μέσα σου, συνεχίζουν να υπάρχουν
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Padova, 11 novembre.
La luna piena sorge bassa all’orizzonte, avvolta da una nebbia sottile che ne accentua il rosso intenso. È novembre, e l’aria umida dipinge il paesaggio con toni morbidi e sfumati.
Ogni raggio di luce filtra attraverso la foschia, trasformando la notte in una tela di colori delicati e suggestivi. Un momento in cui la natura si rivela nella sua bellezza più quieta e poetica, invitando a contemplare il ritmo silenzioso delle stagioni.
Buona giornata
#LunaPiena #FullMoon #Nebbia #Mist #Autunno #AutumnVibes #PoesiaVisiva #VisualPoetry #LunaRossa #RedMoon #PaesaggioLunare #MoodySky #CieloNotturno #NightSky #LunaMagica #MagicalMoon #AtmosferaUnica #UniqueAtmosphere #FotografiaNotturna #NightPhotography #padova
Drops kiss my forehead and my lashes,
washing dust from the soul.
Everything grows lighter, slower, true.
The day releases its weight,
and I find myself again, wet, in wonder,
free beneath falling water,
while footsteps draw circles, childhood flickers,
the heart beats warm, time falls silent,
and every moment softly sings...
⁛ Stay, breathe, dance, here, now, forever.
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Avvolto dalla luce che sfuma il giorno, rimani un’ombra gentile davanti al mare. Il sole ti accarezza i ricci come un ricordo caldo,
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Wrapped in the fading light of day, you stand as a gentle silhouette before the sea.
The sun brushes your curls like a warm memory.
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Thin as a breath, it crosses the light without belonging to it.
A blade of grass stretches through space like a silent blade.
It does not wound, it does not divide.
It simply marks a passage, a moment that ignites and fades.
Dressed in light, it exists for an instant.
Then it returns to invisibility.
Sottile come un respiro, attraversa la luce senza appartenerle.
Un filo d’erba si tende nello spazio, come una lama silenziosa.
Non ferisce, non divide.
Segna soltanto un passaggio, un istante che si accende e scompare.
Vestito di luce, esiste per un attimo.
Poi torna invisibile.
Soft light, tangled branches, and a gaze that says more than words ever could.
Sometimes the stillest moments carry the deepest stories.
A small cat pauses in silence, eyes wide and searching.
Soft light, shallow depth of field, and monochrome tones turn a fleeting moment into something intimate and timeless.
Avvolta dalla morbida sfumatura rosata della Cintura di Venere, la luna piena si innalza maestosa.
Qui ogni pensiero si lascia cullare dall'eternità del cielo.
La luna, testimone silenziosa di questo momento, si fonde con l'atmosfera terrestre, creando un ponte visivo tra cielo e terra.
Un invito a fermarsi, a contemplare la bellezza che nasce dall'incontro tra luce e ombra.
Questo spettacolare gioco di luci, proiezione dell'ombra della Terra, dipinge l'orizzonte orientale con un abbraccio cromatico unico, effimero e poetico.
#LunaPiena #FullMoon
#CinturaDiVenere #BeltOfVenus
#Astronomia #Astronomy
#CieloNotturno #NightSky
#LuceEOmbra #LightAndShadow
#BellezzaNaturale #NaturalBeauty
#OrizzonteOrientale #EasternHorizon
#MeraviglieDelCielo #SkyWonders
#FotografiaLunare #MoonPhotography
#AtmosferaTerrestre #EarthAtmosphere
#LunaMaestosa #MajesticMoon
#PaesaggiNotturni #NightLandscapes
#SfumatureDiLuce #ShadesOfLight
#LunaEScienza #MoonAndScience
#MagiaDelCielo #SkyMagic
#IncontriCelesti #CelestialEncounters
#Contemplazione #Contemplation
#PoesiaVisiva #VisualPoetry
#OmbraDellaTerra #EarthShadow
#MeravigliaCosmica #CosmicWonder
#conegliano
#ramera
Seen in the exhibition Objects of Wonder - from pedestal to interaction at ARoS Museum of Modern Art (ARoS) in Aarhus, Denmark - October 27, 2019.
Golden edge of the day. Water carries the last gleam, a subtle tingle.
A pause between Yesterday and Soon.
The world, for a single heartbeat, flawless unfinishable, a quiet unrest of light. Nothing more is needed.
⁛ from the diary of a wandering soul
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Η μέρα γέρνει,
τίποτα δεν χάνεται
απ’ ό,τι καίει σιγανά
στο πιο βαθύ μας μέσα.
Κάθε ηλιοβασίλεμα
είναι κι ένα τραγούδι,
που σου θυμίζει ποιος είσαι,
χωρίς ξένο ένδυμα.
Μείνε για λίγο σ’ αυτό το φως.
⁛ Εκεί κατοικεί η αλήθεια σου.
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
♫ Vancouver Sleep Clinic - Rebirth (subtítulos en castellano).♫
La música y mi imagen se encuentran unidas.
Ondas concéntricas, todo cuanto tú hagas tendrá un efecto en los demás y en todo lo que te rodea.
Concentric waves, everything you do will have an effect on others and everything around you.
♫ Chris Garneau - Winter Song 2 (Acoustic Session) .♫
Hasta en el más frío "invierno", hay momentos para soñar.. ....
Even in the coldest "winter", there are times for dreaming........