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Treat your dreams with care, because today's imagination can become tomorrow's reality.
Our thoughts shape the paths we choose, long before our feet begin to walk them.
© 2024 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.
Lost
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
-- David Wagoner
pencil on paper, Roma' 2005
21x30 cm
la metafora "un sogno a passo di tango" è un'immagine ricca che parla di relazioni umane complesse, passioni profonde e percorsi esistenziali o creativi non lineari.
Il "tango surreale" non è uno stile di tango formalmente codificato, come il Tango Salón o il Tango Nuevo, quanto piuttosto un'interpretazione artistica o un'espressione che fonde elementi del tango tradizionale con l'estetica del surrealismo.
1) Art exhibition; “IV Esposizione Nazionale delle Arti Contemporanee” - Premio Centro 2013; Castello Orsini Soriano nel Cimino (VT), Italy
2) Art Exhibition, Festival dell’Arte e della Cultura – Tour in…Art – Galatone Arte 2015; Galatone, Italy
oil on canvas, 40x40 cm
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MUJER CON FLOR POR YKAY LEDEZMA - publication: youtu.be/Fo81laDkZRo
"Sospeso aprile svela, tra le nebbie, il suo volto incerto."
La metafora coglie l'equilibrio precario della primavera: un volto che non è ancora pienamente deciso tra il freddo passato e la calda estate.
Rappresenta quel "limbo" tra la disperazione e la forza di aggrapparsi a una speranza, descrivendo sguardi che non sanno ancora quale direzione prendere
Portées par le zéphyr, deux âmes en voyage,
Cherchent un doux berceau pour lier leur sillage
Remerciements à Isa pour ces mots délicats
watercolor on paper,
MUJER CON FLOR POR YKAY LEDEZMA - publication: youtu.be/Fo81laDkZRo Musica: Ykay Ledezma; Arte: Alice Alicja Cieliczka; Poesia: Ludovico Silva
oil on canvas, sold
MUJER CON FLOR POR YKAY LEDEZMA - publication: youtu.be/Fo81laDkZRo Musica: Ykay Ledezma; Arte: Alice Alicja Cieliczka; Poesia: Ludovico Silva
Vejrumstad near Struer, Denmark - September 23, 2020.
#2020photomarathoncoronadays
Used for a Facebook challenge with the theme "On a line".
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1) Art Exhibition /2014/; “ Strassen Galerie “, Wiener Neustadt, Austria www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10201300079782916.18002...
2) Art Exhibition /2015/, “ Primavera Romana “, Flyer Art Gallery, Rome, Italy www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1827037254596.75957.180...
"Il risveglio dell'ambra"
Il risveglio dell'ambra simboleggia la transizione da una realtà congelata (la natura) a una trasfigurata dall'immaginazione.
L'ambra è l'eternità racchiusa nella materia, riflettendo la funzione dell'arte di preservare la bellezza e il ricordo.
Artisticamente, è associata a una "sfumatura" percettiva, un accumulo di capacità artistiche e sensazioni che arricchiscono l'esperienza estetica, portando a una nuova concezione di bellezza.
L'ambra, con il suo colore caldo che richiama il sole, è associata alla gioia, alla spensieratezza e all'energia solare, diventando un simbolo perfetto per la primavera, periodo in cui si celebra la luce e la vita che rifiorisce.
Chi non aspira alle gioie dell’amore e a grandi cose, quando nell’occhio del cielo e nel seno della terra ritorna la primavera?
(Friedrich Hölderlin)
Beside yon glassy mere so still,
doth stand a willow, sunder’d twain,
yet whole in nature’s solemn will,
its boughs as fingers, heav’nward lain.
The wat’ry glass doth whisper low,
of time long fled and sorrows deep,
as wayward winds in silence flow,
to stir the boughs where secrets sleep.
A Portofino, quando la sera ammorbidisce i colori, il borgo sembra trattenere il respiro.
Le facciate si accendono di rosa e di rosso, come se il giorno lasciasse un ultimo saluto sulle pareti.
La barca ascolta il mormorio dell’acqua che riflette ogni sfumatura, trasformando il silenzio in una storia lenta, fatta di luce, mare e attese.
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In Portofino, as evening softens the colors, the village seems to hold its breath.
The façades glow in shades of rose and red, as if daylight were offering a final farewell.
The boat rests listening to the whisper of reflections, turning silence into a slow story woven from light, sea, and quiet anticipation.
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Sunny and somewhat foggy/misty winter morning walk around the village where I live - Vejrumstad, Denmark - January 26, 2019.
Life is like drawing... without an eraser.
Every line tells the story of a smile, a tear, or the courage to begin again.
Some strokes we would choose differently today, yet they are the ones that make us who we are.
Even our mistakes become part of the beauty we carry through life.
Perhaps it is our imperfections that give the picture its soul.
And one day, looking back, we realize that every single line belonged exactly where it is.
© 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.
MUJER CON FLOR POR YKAY LEDEZMA - publication: youtu.be/Fo81laDkZRo Musica: Ykay Ledezma; Arte: Alice Alicja Cieliczka; Poesia: Ludovico Silva
Shot on a short sunset trip on a rather windy (and quite cold) night at Toftum north of Struer, Denmark - April 09, 2020.
Oggi
Genova vista dalle alture, nel respiro blu del crepuscolo. Il Porto Antico si accende come un mosaico di luci e riflessi, dove le vele riposano e le navi attendono il mare aperto. Tra i tetti e le gru, la città si fonde con il suo porto, antico e moderno, vivo come un organismo che respira la storia e il futuro.
Genoa seen from the hills, in the blue breath of twilight. The Old Port glows like a mosaic of lights and reflections, where sails rest and ships await the open sea. Between rooftops and cranes, the city merges with its harbor, ancient and modern, alive like an organism breathing history and future.
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From a lock-down walk on a Saturday afternoon at the harbour area in Aahus, Denmark - January 16, 2021.
A Steadfast Beacon – Punta Šilo
In a world that is constantly changing, there are places that remind us that not everything is passing. One small lighthouse, one sea, one moment of silence… the feeling that somewhere there is always a safe harbor to be found.
Postojan smjerokaz-Punta Šilo
U svijetu koji se stalno mijenja, postoje mjesta koja nas podsjećaju da nije sve prolazno. Jedan mali svjetionik, jedno more, jedan trenutak tišine… osjećaj da je negdje uvijek moguće pronaći sigurnu luku.
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Love is blindness in honor of Catherine Hepburn - Cassandra Wilson
God bless
Hope you enjoy this fabulous song
The abstract piece is an emotional response..
To the quoted lyrics above
Abstract reverie for the memories
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Sunny and somewhat foggy/misty winter morning walk around the village where I live - Vejrumstad, Denmark - January 26, 2019.
oil on canvas' 2000, sold
Collocata in alto, inaccessibile, la finestra diventa un "sogno verticale", un'apertura verso l'alto che suggerisce una fuga dalla realtà quotidiana e l'accesso a una dimensione fantastica.
L’agave, alta e ostinata, ha atteso anni per questo momento. Ha raccolto sole, vento e silenzi del mare, preparando in segreto il proprio unico slancio verso il cielo. Ora la sua infiorescenza si apre come una storia che non può essere trattenuta: un gesto lento, solenne, che la consuma mentre la compie. Nel controluce del tramonto, sembra quasi raccontare che alcune vite brillano una sola volta — ma quando lo fanno, cambiano il paesaggio per sempre.
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The agave, tall and stubborn, has waited years for this moment. It has stored sun, wind, and the sea’s quiet breath, preparing in secret its single ascent toward the sky. Now its bloom unfolds like a story that refuses to stay untold: a slow, solemn gesture that consumes it as it happens. In the backlit glow of sunset, it seems to whisper that some lives shine only once — yet when they do, they reshape the landscape forever.
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...... that you are worthy
Don't listen to your doubts.
Listen instead to the hearts that feel a little lighter simply because you are in their lives.
Your worth does not diminish just because you cannot see it today.
Sometimes, the heart needs a little more time to believe what has always been true.
© 2022 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.
This is not a "pretty photo"! It is an atmospheric poem…a symphony of contrasting values! It speaks of transitions, of ends that are also beginnings, of the heavy beauty of silence, and the profound melancholy that can sometimes feel more complete than joy. It doesn't merely capture a moment; it encapsulates an entire emotional spectrum, painted with the brushstrokes of dusk.
I took it in ultra-wide angle not to just expand the view; but to expand the emotional scale. The image captures the dramatic transition between day and night, where heavy charcoal clouds clash with a bruised orange horizon.
The sky of pale blues and fire, representing the thin line between reality and dreams, the silhouetted trees on the horizon stand like silent guardians of ancient secrets, and the water is a textured, reflective mirror that grounds the viewer in the present while pulling the eye toward the infinite horizon that represents the past.
Rather than a cheerful sunset, this scene is an exercise in moody elegance. It’s a poignant farewell full of weight and memory.. a visual invitation to the hour.. to enjoy the beauty that only exists in the low light.
"Things Ended"
Engulfed by fear and suspicion,
mind agitated, eyes alarmed,
we try desperately to invent ways out,
plan how to avoid
the obvious danger that threatens us so terribly.
Yet we're mistaken, that's not the danger ahead:
the news was wrong
(or we didn't hear it, or didn't get it right).
Another disaster, one we never imagined,
suddenly, violently, descends upon us,
and finding us unprepared -there's no time now-
sweeps us away.
Konstantinos P. Kavafy /1911/