winter |
What a rare joy and beauty it has become to see snow lately! You come to see it on the screen behind the dusty and cold glass of the TV set, you see it and you wonder what was like in the old days, th...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 06:00:00 GMT |
friendship? |
someone asked me once what friendship is.... it's definitely not something easy to define, it's rather felt in the heart, felt and lived. Friendship is life lived together with its good and bed moment...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:59:00 GMT |
revelation |
The raindrops running down the windows of the French hall were tapping a mad dance... a rhythm that in itself was pure art form, an art so longed for by the young sitting in the light. Her book aside ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:58:00 GMT |
healing |
feelings are certainly the hardest to fight against. How can you murder and then bury your feelings? Is it possible? or maybe, without being watered with hope those feelings will just die away like th...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:57:00 GMT |
darkness falls... |
Has it ever happened to you to be so blind and not see the signs that life has put forth along the way? You pass by, like a sleepwalker and you can’t or won’t see them; but they were there...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:55:00 GMT |
the beauty in us.... |
The beauty of the world is there open so generously to us.... the beauty of life is in us, in everybody’s inner self. That beauty, though, needs to be let out.There were times like the Renaissan...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:52:00 GMT |
the road nowhere |
there is a fight going on... it's between us and God. It's, apparently, a matter of pride. Since the very beginning we have been given this Earth to treasure and respect, and since the same ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:50:00 GMT |
Brav out Breizh ! |
France.... un mot qui contient toute la beaute du monde... un pays superbe qu'on aime le plus pour ses gens, pour la culture, pour la bonte de l'ame. La pensee seule a la France et je me ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:50:00 GMT |
pluie |
Se promener seule dans la pluie a la nuit, entouree par le vent d'ete- c'est comme l'amour. Le vent, c'est la caresse douce du bien aime sur ton visage sur ta peau brulante. Le parfum du foin...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:48:00 GMT |
brancusi |
.... words are powerless to utter eternity. let your self engulfed by the breath of true art and aspiration, feeling the warm chill of marble, its whiteness almost transparent and simple as ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:47:00 GMT |
