My flower did open and then so beautifully she died.
Sun. Flower. Rain. (II)
We don't belong to anyone and no one belongs to us, I said lately to myself.
From illusions to reality.
A friend once called me an incurable romantique. I laughed. She did not know me well. Even so she somehow was right: she did see something in me. Another person told me that I am "o fantezistă". This person was also right. And now what does all this mean? That I might have to return to reality; … Continue reading From illusions to reality.
Frozen petals.
Her petals freezes when the lips of the Earth have uncertain directions.
Sun. Flower. Rain.
He is flower of the Sun, I am the Rain; his rain. "Sunflower belongs to me somehow" - Vincent van Gogh.
Escaping from reality.
I escape in music when I want to hear nothing but Silence. Those who follow my Photoblog have seen this photograph for the first time in 2015; Thought it needs new editing Do you find Silence in music? If so, what is your favourite song? Comment below and let me know (no links please! only the name of … Continue reading Escaping from reality.
Spring; A new life.
Spring brings with it new beginnings, gifts and love from Nature and Friends. Dear Andrew, This post is for you. You have brightened my day with such lovely gifts. I am very grateful and a simple thank you is not enough. Wishing you a beautiful Spring full of Sunshine, Smiles and Love close to … Continue reading Spring; A new life.
To remember.
I like to go back into the past from time to time. To remember. Things, People . . Good and bad, doesn't matter. Everything to me is an experience. I don't have regrets about anything I have done in my life. I accept my past, decisions I took. I accept who I am now. When … Continue reading To remember.
Breathe the world (II).
I'm enjoying the Sun today because 'yesterday' I had to go through the rain. alinastamboala First part of "Breathe the World" here
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