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"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
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On broken wings I'm falling
And it won't be long
The skin on me is burning
By the fires of the sun
On skinned knees
I'm bleeding
And it won't be long
I've got to find that meaning
I'll search for so long
Alter Bridge - Broken Wings
Lago Trasimeno - 14/03/2010
Canon EOS 20D + Tamron 17-50 f/2.8
I'm going to have to put my nail polish obsession on halt for a few weeks to let these babies recover.
You... succesfully torn my heart, now it's only pieces. There's nothing left but pieces of you... ( You - Ten 2 Five)
On Corfu in Greece, the German tourists have their own mail boxes! The spider web icon on the right indicates that delivery may take a little longer. Not shure wether the broken script indicates that mail posted here is only delivered to Germany, Switzerland, Austria and the World of Calligraphers though. Anyway, all of my holiday postcards made it all the way to their destinations in various countries :–)
Well, not much to say here, really. A broken window on a bus. Affe and myself making different approaches this day at the "auto-cemetary" on sandnes.
The first thing this abandoned beauty made me do was rush home to play my piano. It really hurts my heart to see a piano that has been neglected and can't be played :( I don't understand why places aren't emptied when they close? Books, computers, furniture, pianos, trash, etc Such a waste :(
And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams
Man you ought to see her fly
~Martina McBride
I shot this with the FTB on Sunday after heading back down to Olympic Harbour to see if I could capture some more shots of the sailboats. The boats were all being worked on so I opted to see what else was begging to be photographed with film.
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