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.
Her petals freezes when the lips of the Earth have uncertain directions.
He is flower of the Sun, I am the Rain; his rain. “Sunflower belongs to me somehow” – Vincent van Gogh.
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.
I’m enjoying the Sun today because ‘yesterday’ I had to go through the rain. alinastamboala First part of “Breathe the World” here
When it’s summer, i miss winter and when it’s winter i miss you. Thank to Andrew , i remembered (through his post) that i photographed too, some time ago a dandelion; Dandelion that i call today a snowflake. Enjoy!
Title inspired by the song Far From Here – Valdi Sabev . I couldn’t resist so I had to post today the second part of Brasov. (mountain area) 🙂 I’m going to take a break from Photography until the end of June (exams session). Of course I’m going to miss you all. No promises but I’ll try to have activity … Continue reading Far from here.
What does fragility mean to you? A kind soul, a woman, a flower, an old man, a kid, a poem, a tear, a pet, a song. Even A happy person.