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Six - Our Daily Challenge
Snappy Smurfling: How long do I have to be here?
Nanny Smurf: Snappy, you've only been there six minutes. You say one more word and you'll get 6 more minutes. You've been way out of line recently. You can fill the time thinking about ways to improve your behavior.
Slouchy Smurfling: I'm being good!
Nanny Smurf: You certainly are, Slouchy. We don't have much time left. Papa Smurf and Brainy Smurf should be here any minute now.
Slouchy Smurfling: How many forks do we need?
Nanny Smurf: Six. One for each person. We need knives and spoons as well. There's plenty of silverware in the drawer behind you.
Slouchy Smurfling: And then I do the cups?
Nanny Smurf: Bless your heart, Slouchy. You are so much help to me. There are five on the table already, plus Baby's green cup. You could put one by each plate. Baby, I would like you to go wash your hands so you'll be ready to eat as soon as Papa and Brainy arrive.
Baby Smurf: OK!
Ci credete o no, ce l'abbiamo fatta!
E questo è solo l'inizio, le idee sono tante, non è facile siamo in otto, tutti diversi anche se poi strade lontane hanno unito legami che si scoprono per assurdo.
Noi qui che guardiamo davanti e non abbiamo paura di dare le spalle.
Grazie a S-Caldato perchè i nostri caratteri non sono proprio semplici da gestire ma poi lo sai che alle volte è solo troppo rumore per nulla.
Grazie a Loris anche se poi i nostri pensieri si sono sfiorati ma sono sicura che le tue idee notturne che adoro ci porteranno lontani.
Grazie a Erik che devo ancora capire ..soprattutto quando parli il piemontese ;)
Grazie a Kekka e Miss Violet ..che finalmente non sono l'unica bimbaminchia del gruppo...ma soprattutto perchè so che i nostri occhi guardano nella stessa direzione con la stessa forza
Grazie a Martin che ormai da tre anni inseguiamo progetti e adesso arrivarci con te è favoloso
Grazie a Marc..per tutto quello che sei capace di sopportare con me ma soprattutto per aver vissuto un' altra forte emozione, insieme, e che tra le mille parole dette si fanno strada quelle mai pronunciate...
Grazie al prof Bruno perchè sono un muro ma nonostante tutto mi hai fatto raggiungere questo traguardo.
Grazie ad Armando e la sua auto piena di oggetti..sei meglio di Mery Poppins ;)
Grazie a chi ha creduto subito in noi, a chi ha storto il naso perchè è più semplice pensare che i sogni sono utopie, a chi mi sta dando la possibilità di andare oltre.
Grazie davvero, col cuore.
Foto di Armando
Backstage: Timeout
First-time snowboarder Gavin and his dog Stanley.
Freezing Hill, Bath.
Snow-capped hills in distance are the Brecon Beacons in South Wales.
Nikon D700 | Nikon 70-200mm@200mm | ƒ2.8 | 1/3200s | ISO200 | Handheld
... não há um momento em que possamos dizer ao tempo: "Detém-te! És tão belo...!", como dizia Goethe. O presente não se detém.
... there isn’t a time when we can tell: "hold on! You’re so beautiful ...!”, as Goethe said. The present time doesn’t stop.
Jorge Luís Borges | O Tempo
In between military and stunt planes, we got the occasional commercial aircraft. In this case a Norwegian Boeing 737 Max 8 departing for Dublin. I wonder if the passengers know they're in an airshow?
or perhaps he is playing the part of Jack Torrence from "The Shining"...
“All work and no play makes Norman a dull boy"
Rest at the top Hen cloud, the Roaches,taken photo of my dad, he said "I've really enjoyed it" to view the landscape.
Except for final text edits, it looks like this is the final version of the time out postcard that will go out to mothers of young children. it's being marketed as a sophisticated night out for moms. coffeehouse setting. singer and songwriter and fellow mom as entertainment. relaxed and social. hopefully i nailed it.
The clock stopped several days ago.
When it passed the 24th hour and wanted to become the 25th, the time devoured every last minute 'till it turned to nothing.
And the clock stopped counting when it was only two. It had to be three today, the third of many other months counted in an entire life. But now there's no days left in our countdown.
I also asked myself "Do I Wanna Know?" when I met you, seduced by the drums that reminds me the rhythm of your steps and the waves of the guitar sound creating in my mind the image of your body and your half-opened mouth, and I knew that I wanted to know. It smelled of doubt, fear and danger. But I wanted to know.
Back then the time was marked by kisses as seconds, running out just as fast as our mouths searched for each other over and over again, and between the space of our lips you said "you got me, baby", and answered "yes" when I asked "R U Mine?". So I stopped asking and started living, running down to the Riptide, wherever it wanted to take me to.
And it became deeper. And got serious. Dangerous. I didn't know what you were thinking. But I just got that feeling. A feeling that was worth dying for, indeed.
But you shut up every word when I said I Enjoy The Silence. And there was no trivial words, but no intense feelings either. You became colder everytime I touched you.
I was a mess. But you said "Your Mess Is Mine" to me. So I recited Prayers in C every night. In C for your name. In C for my own, just to hold on. But let's be honest, no one wants a broken toy.
And finally I realized: "Our Time Is Running Out". And the eternal star was consumed slowly.
And the time stopped. And you flew away, maybe not to Denmark, but away from me, though I was sorta hoping that you'd stay.
We were Lovers On The Sun, burning up, shining bright, and now the star is a Supermassive Black Hole, absorbing everything we loved about each other.
Now I know there's only a letter needed for Mess to be miss, and missing also means losing. Today I miss you and lost you, while you preferred to lose me rather than miss me.
Today it had to be the third of the rest of our lives.
But the clock stopped just a week after it counted two.
The clock stopped. But time never does. And I've decided to move on, and keep going over again with new days painted in Blue, new smiles, and new goals, saving all the good memories, 'cause there's a lot for sure, and letting go the rest.
So why did I wrote all this?
Because baby, we both know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day.