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25 January: day of the memory of the Jewish holocaust
25 gennaio: giornata della memoria
Ci fu una volta
in cui uomini furono trattati come bestie
da bestie che erano come uomini...
UNA volta... Che resti l'unica.
(Questa foto di Cascina... non so come mai... mi ha sempre evocato l'immagine di altri recinti... infinitamente più terribili. Postarla oggi è il mio tributo)
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…Together…
We were happy
Drawing flowers, butterflies and berries…
With emotion,
We made the first kissing lips and hearts in love…
Dreaming…
We made burning flames of fire…
Now
We become the first thing we learnt…
…Flowers…
And we are full of life…
We are the memories of what we were…
…Together…
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"Paris is always a good idea"
~ from the movie "Sabrina"
One of my favorite little treasures is my Eiffel Tower statue. It brings back fond memories of the too-short time I spent in Paris....oh what a beautiful city! One of my favorite memories is walking along the Seine on a crisp September morning with the mist rising off the river, the Eiffel Tower just visible in the distance, with the aroma of freshly baked croissants and espresso wafting out of the little sidewalk cafes along the way. Oh, how I long to go back!
In the meantime, this little statue and this bar of soap from Anthropolgie will just have to keep me happy and keep my dreams alive! Happy Sunday everyone!
Florabella textures and Leniorrr: www.flickr.com/photos/lenoirrr/4188636398/
Explore ~ February 21, 2010
Isle of Mull (Scotland).
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This is the same old abandoned house as in the last post. I don't know the history of it but it had obviously been vacant for many, many years. The lantern I put inside the bay window on the other side of the house lit up the second story in some places because of the many holes in the first floor ceiling. The house was caving in, missing parts of the roof, and was a danger and a liability. So I understand why these old houses have to be torn down. I didn't even know about this house until late last year but I still miss it. I want to be able to go back again and again to photograph it but I can't now. In May, when I went by it.. I found a pile of lumber. So it no longer exists. Now it's just a memory. The town of Plainville, Illinois is just a couple of miles behind this house so there was lots of light pollution. It's difficult to find total darkness in this area.
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I ricordi sono come i sogni: si interpretano.
The memories are like dreams: you've to understand them.
A memory of my mother who loved to walk with the Rotterdam walking club Excelsior. Around 1938 she walked a 20-30 km walk near Delft for the third time
I just thought I needed to know
when things become skew-whiff
and recollection is on the go
for reality to steal the show, as if!
that solace is found in the comfort of memory
a souvenir footnote at the end of the day
visually situate, that moment no longer allusory
for it's finding is now here to stay!
by anglia24
08h30: 24/06/2008
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I remember how we girls back then at 80´s collected and traded these glossy scrap pictures ( not sure what they are called in english ..) I still have three albums and love to look at them every now and then. Albums are old but still in one piece :)
...they are sometimes the best – or worst – part of our lives as humans; these precious memories linger until the end of our days...
At 30, I certailny look back at these happy, sometime sad moments... now I wonder what memories I'll have at 70?
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this is not me, btw (lol)
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"New Atlanta, home... At least it once was. I was born and raised here. Knew all the killer hoverboard spots around, all the underground tracks to hold races at, all the sweet hole in the wall venues where all the rockerboys and girls hung around, and all the spots to grab a killer bite from. Only reason I make my way back here anymore is to check in on the few chums and family I know that are still around, reminisce, and to score some of the best green in the Sol System. Not what it used to be, but it still holds a big place in my heart."
Taken at Drune ( maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Blissful%20Summer/135/179/... ) as a backdrop for established lore made possible through rp at Cocoon Cyberpunk Roleplay ( maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Esperia/237/170/4086 )
I no longer have my original Cub Scout uniform that included Wolf, Bear, Lion merit badges and arrows, but I have retained my nickel silver bracelet given to me by my Dad.
Many good memories achieving the different ranking levels of Webelos and eventually joining the Boy Scouts (BSA).
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Theme: Childhood Memories