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I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977
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♫♪Hunger strike (Temple of the dog)♫♪
Lagos del Serrano (Sevilla - Andalucía)
Sigma 10-20mm + Cokin filters : GND8 + Gtobacco
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"Red lips, a sinister tongue
I'll taste you until I cant
Our trip has just begun
I'll fly with you til the end
As we both burst into flames
out of body
Inner mind
I'm your slave
This is what I crave
Intoxication, Fascination
I feel like I'm dying
As we both burst into flames"
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"Labios rojos, una siniestra lengua.
Te saborearé antes de que no pueda más
Nuestro viaje apenas ha comenzado
Volare contigo hasta el final
Mientras ambos estallamos en llamas
Fuera del cuerpo
Dentro de la mente
Soy tu esclav@
Esto es lo que ansío
Intoxicación, fascinación
Siento como si muriera
Mientras ambos estallamos en llamas"
I hope that you like it ^.^
*If you need any data about this photo, ask me please. Too, you can find the other products in older posts.
I come among the peoples like a shadow.
I sit down by each man's side.
None sees me, but they look on one another,
And know that I am there.
My silence is like the silence of the tide
That buries the playground of children;
Like the deepening of frost in the slow night,
When birds are dead in the morning.
Armies trample, invade, destroy,
With guns roaring from earth and air.
I am more terrible than armies,
I am more feared than the cannon.
Kings and chancellors give commands;
I give no command to any;
But I am listened to more than kings
And more than passionate orators.
I unswear words, and undo deeds.
Naked things know me.
I am first and last to be felt of the living.
I am Hunger
~Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon
I got the inspiration for this photo from an amazing photographer, Ren Matsura. Please visit Ren's wonderful stream and see the original version of this look.
And since my Blue Phoenix has much better taste in music than I do...I asked him to pick the perfect song to accompany this photo. And of course, he did. Thank you, My Love. ISFLY ♥♥.
Photo taken at Bryn Oh's Lobby Cam
Feel the hunger for a sandwich? Not sure if this type of advertising would still fly nowadays. But I have to admit that it is catchy.
I take a lot of humming bird photo's, most are ok, but I think this one might be a little bit more special.
Papa Cardinal looks a little bedraggled here, but can’t take a day off from feeding the offspring, even when it’s raining.
20 Aug 2021; 10:00 CDT; Velvia + post
Bat for Lashes - The Hunger
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrgesVaWIAU
If I could be you
And you could be me
We’d see the hunger inside
And not the enemy
I heard this song for the first time last night and I can't get enough. I can't wait to dig into this group.
I took a few poses of this rather attractive cornflower... I feel a small series coming on....
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Die beiden Jungvögel betteln nicht um fressen, sondern sie bedrängen und schreien danach.
The two young birds are not begging for food, but are pestering and screaming for it.
Das Buntspecht-Junge bettelt den Altvogel um Futter an.
The great spotted woodpecker young begs the adult bird for food.