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Sculpture visible au parc de Brocéliande à Bréal sous Montfort - Dept : Ille et Vilaine - Bretagne - France
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this little perfume bottle
was my grandmas perfume ...
I know exactly her place
in the sleeping room
...no brand ...
...almost dried
... but everytime
when i open it ...
it smells like my
happy childhood days
... a little magic moment ...
Pour le groupe Flickr Les petits rien
Je me retrouve souvent dans les ascenseurs avec mon nouveau boulot, du coup c'est le thème que j'ai retenu pour ce petit projet collectif :)
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For the Flickr Group Les Petits Rien
WIth my new job I have to take elevators a little more .. That's why I choose this thematic for this collective project :)
Music for today : On the road again by Canned Heat
There is no highway, no speedway in Iceland, a lot of little rock and gravel roads, but there is one tar road: The Road number 1.
This route circles Iceland through marvellous landscape!!
This pictures is a HDRI!!
Have a nice week dear friends!!
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Blackbird
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Beatles
Music for today : Little (O barquinho) by Eliane Elias
Hello dear friends, My Editing on Iceland has ended!! great!!
Love this one, already printed in big for my walls!! a game of lines, curves, and colours, I made a good work!! lol
I made a little video diaporama from the travel here: animoto.com/play/MDCCRHtGYyfLVv0iL4JD1g?utm_source=facebo...
Hope you have a nice week my friends!!
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[ Soundtrack -> Placebo "In the cold light of morning" ]
C'è un luogo, un luogo nascosto in fondo ad ognuno di noi, un luogo segreto ed antico che la gente chiama "il gelo dell'anima".
È un luogo da cui ci si guarda con circospezione, da cui si tenta di sfuggire o in cui, più semplicemente, si tenta di non rimanere intrappolati.
È una zona fredda e buia, silenziosa, dove non c'è assolutamente nulla. Nessuna casa, nessuna persona, niente di niente. C'è solo tanta, tantissima neve. Una quantità spropositata di neve. Soffice, spumosa, candida neve. Il cielo ne sforna in quantità industriali, la rovescia sotto forma di grossi cristalli sul terreno compatto del mattino, e lì la neve costruisce le sue radici, lentamente accresce il proprio peso e la propria consistenza; in poco tempo tutto è divenuto una enorme ed indistinguibile distesa bianca. Ogni cosa perde i suoi contorni, si rivaluta sotto la forza della monocromia.
Stamattina ho un pezzettino di gelo sugli occhi. Ed anche sul viso. All'inizio faceva male, ma dopo un po' ci si abitua. Quando il calore della pelle smette di essere così insofferente, si raggiunge una sorta di sottilissimo equilibrio tra il dolore e la gioia. Come camminare su un filo teso, e da qualunque parte cadi finisce comunque che ti fai male.
Non so se questo freddo che sento è colpa dell'atmosfera oppure della ragione. Però fuori è Luglio e forse forse l'atmosfera è in pace con se stessa, ed anche con me. Allora sarò io, sarà il mio termometro interno, sarà il mio cuore, sarà una stracazzo di fottutissima situazione interiore (una di quelle stracazzo di fottutissime situazioni interiori che vorresti placidamente mandare a fare in culo), sarà quello che volete voi: ma io questo caldo estivo non lo riesco proprio a sentire. Proprio no. Io ho un po' di freddo, e per certi freddi non c'è cappotto che tenga. Tanto più che il cappotto è fuori stagione, e non vorremo mica sconvolgere le mode.
@ Sète / Hérault / France
Go and listen to him on Deezer... Allez l'écouter sur Deezer :
A great songwriter, a great guy
"The night is a big black box."
[ Soundtrack ]
La notte è una grande scatola nera in cui sono conservate le stelle.
Ai bambini la notte fa paura. Ai poeti la notte porta ispirazione. Ai giovani la notte regala divertimento. Ai lupi la notte offre un ululato alla luna.
Alla luce la notte fa un dispetto innocente, la luce con la notte gioca a nascondino.
A tutti quanti la notte fornisce comunque un'emozione, e quell'emozione è la culla dei pensieri stanchi.
...e poi c'è qualcuno che la notte la trascorre aspettando.
Fuori da un portone, in silenzio, con gli occhi chiusi - ma non per riposare.
La notte per quel qualcuno è un'attesa immobile, un'angoscia stanca che pesa sopra le palpebre socchiuse. La notte non è una porzione del giorno, e non è un sollievo.
E tutto il buio che nasconde le cose, quell'infinito buio che a prima vista sembrerebbe una consolazione, diviene d'improvviso un immenso foglio che ricopre i pensieri - mentre l'ansia, rimane ironicamente fuori.
La notte dura solo qualche ora, da un tramonto ad un alba, ma per qualcuno la notte dura per sempre. E più i minuti passano, più il respiro si fa soffocato, e più il respiro si fa soffocato più diventa difficile ragionare con cognizione.
Finchè anche l'ultima luce dell'ultimo lampione si spegne senza preavviso e tutto quello che rimane è una sterminata vastità di indecisione. Oscura. Come la sofferenza o il rancore. Come le frasi lasciate in sospeso che hanno un capo ma non hanno una fine.
La notte è una grande scatola nera che ingloba le stelle.
E spesso e volentieri, ingloba tutto quanto.
Ingloba tutto il mondo, e solo l'ansia rimane.
Dreams of steam
Dreams of steam burn again
Dreams of fire lost again
Dreams of steam let it out
Dreams of fire run around
Summer's happy today, with her braids and her bridal bouqet
Skipping down her tragical lane-I'm leaping out of the way
Dreams of steam burn again
Dreams of fire gone again
Swim an ocean a day (there is another way)
Walk your dog in the parade (and we will burn again)
How low can you go 'till eyelids glow with the irrepressible, with the plain unguessable ?
And how high can you fly into a mirrored sky, when the clouds are dripping with gasoline ?
Dreams of steam in the air
Dreams of gold
Dream we dare
Elk City
Soundtrack: The Sea
I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free
Fishing boats sail past the shore
No singing may-day any more
The sun is shining
The waters clear
Just you and I walk along the pier
I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control with you,
And living, living,
And I, living, by the sea.
- Morcheeba
Music for today : Soul seller by Maxim
The hydromel seller at the Christmas Market
Grenoble
France
Mamiya RB 67 pro-S
Kodak Ektachrome E100S out-of-date film
Merry Christmas to all of you my friends!!
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The dark night of the soul
Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by the night
and by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead
Chorus
Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other
Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart
That fire t'was led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come
Chorus
Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave
And by the fortress walls
the wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow
Chorus
I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lovers breast
And care and grief grew dim
as in the mornings mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
Loreena McKennitt -
This picture is a memory of
Mrs. and Mr. eyeflyers
wonderful romantic
wedding journey !
Delayed for 35 years
after wedding !
He used to be a lovely boy
Time to leave this town
now your dreams have all let you down,
No one here will miss you now,
Time to wake up and look around.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Turn away and turn a head,
just a hopeless dreamer she said,
Eyes of cloud and feet of lead,
find a shore that needs you instead.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Time on your hands,
world at your feet,
no adventure left incomplete.
(Scatting)
Find a place where you can hide
from the love that holds you inside,
time's so unkind,
like an old friend leaves you behind.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Time on your hands...
Keane
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Music for today : Illuminati by Tragedy Khadafi
Some portraits make with my new Canon 85mm f1.8 lens!!
I like the result!!
Watch Dan, Ivan and Sébastien galleries!!
Have a nice week-end dear friends!!
I'm now on facebook, if you got it, check my profile:
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Music for today : Marmalade fires by Múm
Back to Iceland photography!!
The volcano Hekla, one of the most impressive place in Iceland, It looks like the surface of the moon.
Nothing,nobody, anywhere on space and time!! It was my impression!!
Hekla is a stratovolcano located in the south of Iceland with a height of 1,491 metres (4,892 ft). Hekla is Iceland's most active volcano; over 20 eruptions have occurred in and around the volcano since 874. During the Middle Ages, Icelanders called the volcano the "Gateway to Hell."
Hekla is part of a volcanic ridge, 40 kilometres (25 mi) long. However, the most active part of this ridge, a fissure about 5.5 km (3.4 mi) long named Heklugjá, is considered to be the volcano Hekla proper. Hekla looks rather like an overturned boat, with its keel being in fact a series of craters, two of which are generally the most active.
The volcano's frequent large eruptions have covered much of Iceland with tephra and these layers can be used to date eruptions of Iceland's other volcanos. 10% of the tephra produced in Iceland in the last thousand years has come from Hekla, amounting to 5 km3. The volcano has produced one of the largest volumes of lava of any in the world in the last millennium, around 8 km3. (Wikipedia)
Wish you a nice week dear friends!!
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Rocketman
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And i'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much i miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And i think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think i am at home
Oh no no no i'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science i don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And i think it's gonna be a long long time...
Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album honky château
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Music for today : Double mornoing blues by Esther Phillips
Always in the digital serie in B&W made during our annual exhibition with Focus Grenoble at The Bastille of Grenoble.
The Bastille of Grenoble is a highly touristic point of my city and i just want to present her to you!!
Have a nice week-end friends!
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Neon, Not The Night
you're so proud of your perfect eyesight
but you only see the neon, you don't see the night
some people don't mind, in fact they take delight
in only seeing the neon, and not seeing the night
oh, the stars are shining
and the moon is so bright
his diamond rings are flashing
don't forget the night
ok, so you're recognized and you and the doorman are tight
but you only see the neon, you don't see the night
some things taste good, but that doesn't make them right
you only see the neon, not the night
i saw a sunset and i hope you see the light
that there wouldn't be any neon if not for the night
oh, the stars are shining
and the moon is so bright
his diamond rings are flashing
don't forget the night
everything is black & white, well okay, not quite
but you only see the neon, you don't see the night
White Hassle