A picture taken in the Tatra mountains (Poland). ____________________________________________________
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CORRESPONDENCES
A poem by Charles Baudelaire
Nature is a temple in which living pillars Sometimes give voice to confused words; Man passes there through forests of symbols Which look at him with understanding eyes.
Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance In a deep and tenebrous unity, Vast as the dark of night and as the light of day, Perfumes, sounds, and colors correspond.
There are perfumes as cool as the flesh of children, Sweet as oboes, green as meadows — And others are corrupt, and rich, triumphant,
With power to expand into infinity, Like amber and incense, musk, benzoin, That sing the ecstasy of the soul and senses.
Et le poème : mon préféré !
Toutes les subtilités disparaissent
La photo est splendide...
(D'ailleurs j'ai recu un nouvel objectif ! Un tamron 70-300
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The History Of Love...
My poems [link]
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I like to shoot people.
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سنقاوم...إن تعبتم ففارقونا
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Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
~W. Shakespeare~
super photo!
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to be mistaken is a human thing, to forgiven - dog's
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don't talk, just listen-
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My eyes see wonderful things, you can see trough my eyes with the magic of a click > [link]
read my toughts at:
~trinsky.blogspot.com [link]