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10. Mai 2018
Photo by Hagen Hoppe . www.hagenhoppe.com
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Blue undies: She is my first broken petite. I repaired her a long time ago. She is here for moral support for her sisters.
I wasn't sure of what to take a picture of today, so I wondered about my house and found this! I had broken this window a loongg time ago, but it still seems to remain intact. I've been working on self portraits as well, so look out for one of those. I was trying to edit one of them, but it took waay to long and I had suddenly become bored. Oh well, I'll work on it later.
No stress risers no inclusions no thread damage. This crank a Shimano 105 was just broken by a strong rider.
I injured myself right after Thanksgiving day but should be back in action after the holidays.
Happy Holidays to everyone and please be careful!
I am a little clumsy at times. While shooting wine glasses, I dropped one. I hope my roommate doesn't mind.
Strobists: flash fired at wall behind subject.
A macro of a leaf.
Today I've gone with some friends to see the colours of the trees. It was really amazing, although the day was cold and we only had few moments of sun.
"You saw my pain, washed out in the rain.
Broken glass; saw the blood run from my veins.
But you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart.
And you knelt beside my hope, torn apart."
I cleaned the glass. I cared
that much, just enough
to wipe clean the sharp clarity
before painting in vivid scarlet with its tip on bare sinner’s skin.
And I wonder often why I did, when so few months later I became so set on throwing it all away.
That clean crystalline shard was a promise; who for,
what to? I’m sure I’ll never know. Lots of things
were taken out of my hands in those days {and I mean that in every single way}.
I fed on every raindroppromise like I was starved for earthly light. That day,
sweltering southern July
on a hill, on a mountain
by the house that smelled of figs
its stairways lined with dolls with glassy, soft eyes that I counted {68 total}
136 eyes
For my 200 or so scars, just those 3 months.
There’ll never be enough hearts, of dolls or otherwise to save
to heal every last one, and that’s only me.
Promise me we’ll be alright?
10. Mai 2018
Photo by Hagen Hoppe . www.hagenhoppe.com
More Larp-Photos: www.exploregraphy.com/category/stories/larp/
Nutzungsrechte: Creative Commons BY-NC-ND
Taken By : Me ,,,
Edting By : Me ,,,
Using : Canon 60D ,,,
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سولفوا تكفون لا عاد تسكتون ..
.. قبل لا أهوجس وياتيني بلاي
السكات يزود طعوني طعون ..
.. وتنكسر لا جا على راسي عصاي
سولفوا لو ما بغيتوا اتسولفون ..
.. قبل لا اقعد في الحزن رايح .. وجاي
واضحكوا لو بالعماله تضحكون ..
.. وجاملوني لو يضايقكم حكاي
لي وليفٍ راح جعله ما يهون ..
.. هو دواي وداي .. أو داي ودواي
راح لكن طيف زوله في العيون ..
.. مرةٍ قدامي ومرة وراي
وإن سكتوا جا وهو طيفه يمون ..
.. رحت أهوجس له وأبين له ولاي
مكسب عيوني من الفرقا مزووون ..
.. تمطر لطاريه .. والبرق ؟ أصدقاي
كل ما طروه لو هم يمزحون ..
.. احرموني من غداي ومن عشاي
أدري إنه ما تناسى الود كون ..
.. تسمع إذنه في قفاي اللسن عداي
وكانهم قالوا نسيته يكذبون ..
.. وإلا أنا فيه أمتلك نظرة وراي
كان حبه لي على خبري مصون ..
.. والله ان كني بقدري .. وبغلاي
ذي بقايا الحب وأطلال الجنون ..
.. والله أعلم في ضميره وش بقاي
غير طيعوني ولا عاد تسكتون ..
.. ولا والله إن أسمعكم بكاااي
للشاعر ابن فطيس