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My final semestral project 'Colorful memory' was created as memories of places and things which I have connected with my childhood.
Filipa, 3 days!
Explore Oct 1, 2011
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I am back home ..... But my silent memories is there ... in the pond by the house ....
My new texture: wallMAT132a1024
قَد نتعجَ’ـب مٍن شَخص
مَرٍح , بشُوٍش , مُبتَسِم , مٌتفآئِل
كٍل صٍفآت السعَآدَه بٍ ظَنٍنآ أنَه يَمتَلٍكهآ
وَ
بٍ الصُدفَه , ومِن دوُن سآبٍق انذآر
نَجٍد دَفتَر يختَص بٍ ذآك الشخص
قَد نٌقش علًىـآ خآرجٍه
(يآجروحٍي برآ ثنآيآ هـَ الورًق لآ تبوحٍي )
واَسفَل تٍلك الجمله ايضا وكأنه تَحذٍير !
( مًمنٌوع القرآءه ) !
بٍ كٌل فضول نفتَح اول ورقة خرٍيف قد احتضنهآ الهَم دآخل تٍلك الريآح اللتي تحتضنهآ تٍلك السطوُر
أول صفحَه /
عآصفة هَم قَد التحفهآ ذآك الشخص بٍ تآريخ كذآ وكذآ في يوم الاثنين من هذه السنه
أستفهآم وعدة تعجب يحوي ملامحنآ
صفحَةِ أُخرى
طَيف أبتسآمه قَد خذلهًآ القدر بٍ صدمَه هدَمت جميع تلك البشَآشه بٍ تآريخ كذآ وكذآ في يوم الثلاثآء من هذه السنه
يالله ولمَ كل ذآك !
صفحة من وسط تلك السطور اللتي تشتعل هم , وتُخمد هروبٍ من الموآقع بٍ مهدءآت تنقلهآ إلى كوآبيس تُميت كل الأحلام الجميله
ربآآه كل ذلك فٍي روح ذلك الشخص لطفك ربي !
صفحة أخرى في يوم كذآ وكذآ يوم الاحد من هذه السنه
انهيآر حيثُ لا وقوف لآ احتوآء لآ ابتسآمه
رحمآك ربٍي كل ذآك !
تنويه | |
كُل مبتَسٍم لآ يعنٍي انه سعٍيد
وكل بشٌوش لآيعني انَه قد خلت دنيآه من الدموع
فَ حتما هنآك أًقنعَه مجبُورينَ على ارتدآئهآ
لآتعنٍي بٍ أننآ منآفقون | لآ
فقط حتى ـآ يُطلق علينآ بشر طبيعيون , وحتَى عن انكسآرنآ لآتعلمُون
ثمة أٌنآس تترَقَب سقوطٍنآ , وثمة أنآس ليس لدٍيهُم القوه لٍرؤيتنآ بٍ هذه الصورة المبروزه بلآ سعآده
فَ رفقنآ بمن نحبهٌم , وقهراَ لمن يتربقون
نظل نرتدي تلك الأقنعه .
همسه |!
الابٍتسآمه لاتعنٍي السعآده
ليس بِ شرط نمُوت لكٍي نثبت لٍ الدنيآ اننآ نتألم
ولآ تًعنٍي الدموع اننآ تُعسآء
فَ احيآن من الوقت الظلام يعني رآحة لٍ سكون أروآحنآ إلى النوم
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- حكآيآ المطر
نآفذتي أحسآسي أنتِ
كلمآتك لا تخذلني أبداً
أنتِ أنآ
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First picture for my photo challenge (in January I'll create a self-portrait everyday!).
01/31
Who are you without your memories? They are our precious treasures. So keep them as long as you can. But don't forget to create new ones as well and move on, if you experienced something terrible.
This picture took a lot of exact timing and technique. I had some sparklers left and this is what happened. I also borrowed the glasses from the grandma of my boyfriend.
photo: Cornelia Gillmann
model: Cornelia Gillmann
barry manilow - memory.mp3
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
It was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And the new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my day in the sun
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
It was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
-Nào hay em đã vất hết những kí ức đã qua ... !
Chẳng hề suy nghĩ những phút đắm đuối những chiếc hôn nhẹ nhàng....
Và rồi cơn gió cuốn lấy hết nỗi xót xa vô hình nơi đây, khi em bên anh...
Tìm về nơi đâu khi em cho anh những giấc mơ ?!
Tìm về con phố đó nhưng sao nó quá xa vời vợi !!!
Chỉ cần em biết anh đã cố níu lấy chút yêu thương kia mong manh ... !
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-Fav 4 me .. !
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During my Sunday excursions, I'll often pause extra long to admire an abandoned country house with a memorable veranda, a homey construction detail you seldom see on modern houses. Those family members walked out to a clean, sweeping prairie view, seldom bothered by anything other than natural sounds and big skies. You wouldn't need to contend with admiring the neighbourhood you might not fancy. Traffic and lawnmowers wouldn't wake you early. No door to door salesman, nor garbage trucks. Truth is you didn't even lock the doors. Your mind was less cluttered, hardly shackled to social media with on demand prompts.
These thoughts helped recall a recent Robert Genn paragraph, as I opened a thermos of tea/biscuits and contemplated how to visually represent my discovery. Then my Blackberry beeped, I laughed….as I formatted my memory card. I felt a rich prairie cleansing, my efficiency was full steam ahead, minus the city sludge.
"Recent studies of teenagers' use of cellphones and other electronic devices have revealed some interesting results. Apparently, if you deprive kids of social networking for a week or so, a high percentage become significantly depressed. They also lose efficiency, will, enthusiasm and sleep. Their marks go down and their lassitude goes up.
For many artists, something similar happens when "the work quotient" is taken from their lives. A couple of unproductive days can send some creative folks into the dumps. They may not even be aware of what's happening to them. "Fear of restart" and permanent creative catatonia can set in after long-term abstinence."
*Please view LARGE for best rural detail
**Textures courtesy of SkeletalMess and Lenabem-Anna
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****stock image courtesy of ms.bailey
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