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Ed Kowalczyk & Neneh Cherry - Walk Into This Room

 

This is wonderful the words to this song is so hard hitting,it's so great to hear a song come alive like this. The voices together are powerful, they fit so well. Simply Beautiful with the goose bumps

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZWhsSJT4o8

  

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Evv3odAhWhk&feature=youtu.be - Eddie Higgins, "Falando de Amour"

 

Image above: Another one of life's marvelous bridges to cross (and they are marvelous, even when scary). There's a sensuously curving path on the other side that meanders through beautiful and cloistered woods. It is a soft, gentle, misty autumn day. I'll pause before crossing to contemplate the possible new chapters I will find as I wander, to day-dream and imagine how I might share this path with others I meet on journeys of their own.

 

The overall dark color of this should not alarm. The deep, dark woods are as joyful and comforting to me, as is a sunlit, balmy day in a fresh flowering Glen in spring.

 

Thank you my dear, dear friends and fellow travelers: Debbe, Karen and Nick.

 

Challenge #16 - Accomplishments of 2011" submitted by Nick, “ZedZap” and answered as "What I have learned in 2011" by Karen, “Vintage Findings.”

 

Karen: “I have learned that I cannot become what I want to be by remaining what I am, even if I don't know what I want to be yet.”

 

That is one of the best set of words I have read this year – by far. For me, all of the possibilities of the Universe and for each life within it (including my own), are contained in that line.

 

Note: to me the word "accomplishments" can be good and bad, positive and negative, or neutral. Mainly, they simply are a remembrance (however accurate or not) of some of what you have done the past year of your life.

 

Bob - Accomplishments:

• I managed to throw myself off an emotional cliff this year – I didn’t think it was possible for a guy like me, as I was “way too old - "ahem," too together - and way too in control” for that. Guess not. I got dashed into tiny, bloodied bits on the jagged rocks of emotional darkness at the bottom. And, man, yeah...it hurt.

• I could have laid there. I could have meandered off aimlessly at the bottom of the ravine. But, I chose to claw, and cry, and breathe, to curse and meditated, and seek to climb my way back up the mountain – humbled and bruised, but deeply savoring that I was, and am, still alive.

 

Learned:

• A leap of faith and flinging one's self off a cliff can feel somewhat alike. But, both must - on ocassion - be done. Ultimately I found out I am not "that strong, invulnerable and powerful," and I cannot do "it" (live this life) alone. This year, I did not. I found I have wonderful friends, and a support system, that will help if I would let go of my pride and extend an open and beckoning, little baby hand.

 

Accomplishment:

• I managed to lose my sense of purpose for my life and my sense of direction. It just fucking disappeared, dude! Poof! Gone. I kinda' knew why, but its course seemed inexorable.The Dark Side of the Force was calling, beckoning me, seeking to embrace me in its shadows.

• “To the Darkside, I did not turn.” (Yoda voice, please). I begged, cried, questioned, sat in the dark, meditated, fought and fought the darkness within me, (like Luke Skywalker with Yoda, on the Planet Dagobah) and tried opened myself to the universe and its light.

 

Learned:

• The light is there. Here. All around. Not in theory, but for real. It is always there. I must allow myself to see it, open myself to feel it. Let myself be absorbed into it. I realized I am not alone. Spirits and Souls, living and past, always walk with us. Listen to them, heed them, allow yourself fall into their safe and glowing light and you will feel the weight slowly releasing from your spirit.

 

Accomplishment:

• I found purpose for my life: to live the rest of my life as an artist/writer/photographer

• And a second: to continue to bring joy and smiles and light to as many children, teens, adults, seniors and those with all types of special needs as I can through offering them the chance to catch a fish and (re)connect with wind, water, life, peace.

• And a third: to share with others the bounty and gifts I find in my life, as much as I humanly can, for I cannot take any of this with me.

 

Learned:

• I learned to receive with gratitude, to live with gratitude, to live and love with passion, to forgive truly and sincerely, to give myself a break sometimes, for crying out loud, and to share, share, share, as all I need in whatever comes next will be waiting - wherever, whenever.

 

Accomplishment:

• I cried more this year than ever while questioning myself. I talked to my ancestors, and to my inner child (he’s funny, creative, inquisitive and wise to be such a little snot). I let myself feel emotions – all of them - and realized, it is okay to be human, to be vulnerable, to deeply feel that each of us is a part of the Wonder of Life of this Universe and we are connected

 

Learned:

• I learned a little bit more: the meaning and the value of the words I first heard at age 19: “The Way to Do is to Be, and the Way to Be is to Do,” “Seek to be like Water.” The latter came easily; don't know why, 'jus did. The former? Hell, it only took 42 years for it to begin to soak in. (I may get this “living life” shit down yet.) :-)

• That one can go toe to toe with the old “Existential Crises” and walk away bruised, battered, but whole, growing and evolving. :-)))

 

This was not an easy year, but I wouldn't trade it for any other.

 

Nick: www.flickr.com/photos/zedzap/6588997399/in/photostream/

Debbe: www.flickr.com/photos/oldmanofthemountains/6590896363/in/...

Karen: www.flickr.com/photos/47537995@N03/6588149945/in/photostream

 

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The Rapture of the Church

For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we shall always be with the Lord. 18Therefore comfort one another with these words.

 

I Thessalonians 4: 16-18

 

HERE's a PAGE THAT HAS EXTENSIVE SCRIPTURE references regarding the Rapture.

www.bibleprophesy.org/rapture.htm

 

It's the best resource I've ever seen for info on the rapture. Very comprehensive, and without any fanatic embellishment.

The Mississippi River

 

“And all the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together... All of them together was the [river]..., the music of life.” ~ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

 

Textures ~ Voices in the Sky and Pastel Whipped by Distressed Jewell

  

Flickr Red Day, Sunday, April 6th: Make your own red banner or create a red image. Although it may not make any difference, we can at least make our collective voice heard on Sunday, April 6th.

 

JOIN THE PROTEST GROUP here

www.flickr.com/groups/2575846@N24

 

skagitrenee (Renee) has put together a rationale outlining what we would like to see changed with the new Flickr; see the links here:

www.flickr.com/photos/skagitrenee/13536824243/

 

Also please go to vote and leave your comment; we want Flickr to see the importance for all these missing points.

 

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,,,where to be lasts but an instant where every instant

spills in the void the ignorance of having been

without this wave where in the end

body and shadow together are engulfed

what would I do without this silence where the murmurs die

the pantings the frenzies toward succour towards love

without this sky that soars

above its ballast dust

 

what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before

peering out of my deadlight looking for another

wandering like me eddying far from all the living

in a convulsive space

among the voices voiceless

that throng my hiddenness

 

Samuel Beckett

 

Let's do one of the most beautiful hikes in the entire Northwest, you say? Nah, I'll put that off a bit longer. Every week for more than two months, Vinny and I have musingly discussed hiking up to Cascade Pass and Sahale Arm since neither of us had ever been. And somehow every weekend we ended up making other plans. I have some weird habit of putting off the places I want to see most. Maybe it's the fear of having nothing left to discover once I finally get to my most sought after locations. Or maybe it's just my trained ability to procrastinate. Yeah, it's probably that.

 

The autumn reds were coming along nicely at this spot, according to online trip reports. Finally, at the end of September, we just got in the car and drove north. Our friend, Zhou, was kind enough to pick up a permit at the Marblemount ranger station for us and we planned to meet him at the nearest back country camp sometime before sunset.

 

At the trail head, we quickly got our things together expecting to only stay for a single night since prior obligations would prevent us from staying two. We packed light on food since we wouldn't be staying long and also because we were trying to get in shape for our upcoming Enchantments trip. Beach bodies by October was the goal! Losing a few pounds via starvation and excessive hiking sounded like a brilliant plan at the time.

 

We awoke at 4:30 the following morning at the Pelton Basin Backcountry Camp and began began making our way up Sahale Arm in the dark. Enough calories were burned for us to desperately dig in to the few snacks we carried. This was breakfast. I went for a Clif Bar and some almonds. Vinny was with just a Clif Bar. Since the sunrise was mediocre, we decided that instead of immediately heading for home, we'd wait around for sunset to give the place another shot and hike to the car in the dark afterwards.

 

Recalling that we had already eaten half our food in the damp, rainy, and dark camp the previous night, we realized we'd be running low on food. We would each have to wait until after our late-morning nap to indulge in the last pack of ramen.

 

To help stave off the hunger, we got in our tents and would spend the rest of the day napping. Isn't that how bears go an entire winter without food?

 

Waking up in a haze to a park ranger's voice demanding to see a permit, while the sun beamed down from directly overhead, I didn't know where I was or how long I had been out. Vinny and Zhou handled the situation before I could even get my bearings and crawl out of the tent. It was a little after two in the afternoon, and we would need to eat the rest of our hot food before starting the hike back up Sahale Arm so we could have the energy to catch sunset. The ramen, of course, tasted incredible given our level of hunger. Vinny was now questioning why he didn't just bring the little pack of cashews with him that he had left in the car. A serious craving for them was beginning to develop.

 

Huffing and puffing our way back up to some of the best scenery we had ever encountered, there was about a half-hour lull before the light was good. I devoured my final Clif Bar and Vinny nibbled at the last piece of a Rice Krispies Treat he had been saving. That's the stuff chiseled abs are made from, right?

 

The sunset was amazing and worth staying until nightfall on the second day, as this photo hopefully demonstrates.

 

The colors of sunset quickly faded to darkness, and only an orange glow was left spanning the western horizon. Vinny, Zhou, and I began hiking back down to the junction at Cascade Pass with the dimming blues of twilight taking over. Within only minutes of our long journey down, I pointed out to Vinny that the condition of his right boot had deteriorated even more since morning when it was clear that the back half of the sole had become unglued from the rest of the boot and was flapping with each step. At this point, he wasn't looking forward to the remainder of the trail.

 

After making it back down to Cascade Pass, we parted ways with Zhou, who was to stay for one more night. At this point, the sole of Vinny's right boot had become nearly 3/4 separated. It had been dark for over an hour, we were both hungry, and now Vinny's inadequate boot was causing him to walk as if one leg was shorter than the other. Only two more hours to the car, we reminded each other.

 

We put on 18.5 miles in a little over 24 hours. Not being conditioned to such distances, our legs were killing us and Vinny was having an especially tough time since he had to change his gait in accordance with the flapping sole of his right boot.

 

Flop, step, flop, step, flop, step, and so it went for hours.

 

Several times he brought up how badly he wanted to just sit down and eat the cashews he had left in the car. Nothing would be better.

 

Finally in the dead of night, we made it all the way down to his car, limping and defeated. However, we were overjoyed by the luxurious accommodations that awaited us. Fabric seats, blowing air, and calories abound.

 

Vinny didn't even take his pack off. He went straight to the left passenger's side door where he knew he had left his cashew treasure. As I unloaded my backpack in the trunk, a shout of disgust pierced the quiet night.

 

"What happened to my cashews?! Where, where did they go?" Vinny stuttered while holding up an empty cashew wrapper, completely baffled.

 

Sure, we were both tired and I couldn't help but question whether he had just forgotten that he ate them the day before.

 

"Maybe you already ate them?"

 

"No, you don't understand. Something or someone got in this car and took from me my most prized possession. Where are my cashews?!"

 

Still thinking Vinny was forgetting that he could have just eaten them the previous day, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and check my little stash of food that had been left behind in the back of his SUV. I thought it would be funny if I was actually the one who had eaten the cashews and just didn't remember.

 

Digging through the trunk, I found a Clif Bar that I had left. A quarter of it was gone and the missing bit of wrapper was shredded and sitting neatly beside the rest of the bar.

 

My stomach sank. Vinny was right, the missing food wasn't just a symptom of poor memory. A rodent must have somehow gotten into his car.

 

While the rest of the Clif Bar was tempting, I unfortunately had to weigh the benefit of fifteen pleasure-filled seconds of finishing it off, versus Hantavirus.

 

What else had I left in the car? Oh yes, some Top Ramen!

 

A quarter of the pack was gone as well as half the wrapper. This must have been some sort of super rodent, not just eating food, but plastic, too.

 

While standing next to his car with our headlamps still on, Vinny spotted a mouse running away into the bushes. Having not seen it jump out of the car, we were uncertain as to whether it was the culprit or just a passerby.

 

Whatever it was, clearly a 3-course meal, complete with cashews, ramen, and even part of a Clif Bar was had at the expense of us not just packing the little extra food. Nervously we got in the car, not knowing whether there was a mouse in there with us.

 

"Well, I guess it'll have to be Jack in the Box at 1:30am once again," I disappointingly muttered to Vinny.

 

It was the most uncomfortable of rides, constantly looking over our shoulders for the creature that ruined our evening.

 

In our famished state with all self control lost, enough fast food was consumed to entirely offset the progress we made with exercise and minimal calories. So much for those October beach bodies. Thanks, mouse.

  

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Arches 140#CP

 

Flowered arbors ... don't you love them?!!! My own small arbor, covered with Jessamine as finished blooming, but the arbors we visited last week at Montrose Gardens were covered with the most fragrant roses!!!

 

I was painting this yesterday - when the phone rang -- to my utter surprise on the other end of the phone - clear across the Atlantic - was my friend Doris - all the way from Germany!!! WHAT A THRILL! (http://www.flickr.com/photos/djr-aquarelle/4733289830/in/contacts/).

 

We chatted for a short while - and I am so grateful for her incredibly perfect English!!! The connection, truly, was far clearer than I often have when speaking across our community!!! LOL Her surprise absolutely made my day ... and I've been hearing her sweet voice all evening!! Now to hope to paint together one day soon!!

 

I've another busy week ahead of me with next year's budget, tours, lectures and workshops to finalize ... where does the time go?

 

I also want to send prayers for the latest victims of tornadoes in Missouri ... this year has been horrific with natural disasters ... over 100 people have lost their lives to another bout of tornado damage ... prayers indeed.

  

Happy New Year! :)

I wish you all the best for 2013, with much peace, happiness, and success.

--

The last sunset of 2012.

This is like a sequel to this, taken by my uncle. Blurry, but in the end it's the memories that matter.

 

Same as any other year, my family members are scattered all around in different countries and cities. Thankgoodness for technology and good timing, I finally had the chance to speak to my sister for the first time in weeks! Bizarre as it was, we got to watch the fireworks together. Right that moment my parents called and we managed to somehow include everyone in the conversation with phone on loud speaker and skype. It feels like home again, just to hear all their voices. This was our family reunion, despite being oceans apart. <3

 

Sometimes the little things in life are the big things.

 

Those of you who are lucky enough to be with loved ones, cherish those simple moments.

     

Title quote: Brian Andreas, Story People.

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"Wrentits form tight monogamous pair bonds, which are normally lifelong. Both sexes defend the territory throughout the year with distinctive songs that have been aptly called "the voice of the chaparral." The male habitually shares in incubation and is normally in vocal contact at all times with the female, and the pair is even known to roost together, forming contiguous "feather-balls," and to mutually preen. The young commonly remain in family flocks for at least 30 days after fledging and, on occasion, use their natal territory for breeding.

 

With few exceptions, most of our current knowledge on the behavior, life history, breeding ecology, and demography of the Wrentit has come from two studies, both in the San Francisco Bay region of California. Most information on life-history originated from Mary M. Erickson, under the guidance of Professor Joseph Grinnell, in an intensive 4-year study in a chaparral canyon in Berkeley, California (Erickson 1938). Her insightful and highly detailed study (summarized in a 332-page monograph), followed, year-round, the life history of 21 territorial pairs and individuals. "

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Some mornings are just special, when the right combinations of elements come together at the time and place where you are at. Many times, you are looking in the opposite direction, focused on an entirely different shot when an inter voice says “look behind you,” and the scene is unfolding before your eyes. Many times you are not prepared, (wrong lens, poor location with something blocking part of the view, etc.) On this occasion most things came together in my favor… South Mountains State Park.

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Timeline

The date of construction of the stone fort is uncertain, although there are claims that a Jesuit Antonio Campioni built a stone fort in 1630, and the gate of the fort bears the date 1738 together with the arms of Castile and Leon. It is certain, however, that the fort underwent major renovations in the late 19th century as part of a building program to improve Cebu.

 

The victory of the Americans led by Commodore Dewey at the Battle of Manila Bay in 1898 marked the end of the Spanish era in the Philippine Islands. The fort was then surrendered by the Spaniards to the Cebuano revolutionaries.

 

Fort San Pedro became a part of the American Warwick barracks during the American regime. From 1937 to 1941 the barracks was converted into a school where many Cebuanos received their formal education. During World War II from 1942 to 1945, Japanese residents of the city took refuge within the walls. When the battle to liberate the city of Cebu from the Imperial Japanese forces was fought, the fort served as an emergency hospital for the wounded.

 

From 1946 to 1950, Fort San Pedro was an army camp. After 1950, the Cebu Garden Club took over and fixed the inner part and converted it into a miniature garden.

 

Although already in ruins, the upper deck was utilized for different offices. First, as a clinic of the City Health, as office of the Presidential Arm and Community Development then the City Public Works Unit used the ruins of the lieutenant's quarters as its field office.

 

In 1957 mayor Sergio Osmeña Jr. jolted the public with his announcement to demolish Fort San Pedro and erect on the spot a new City Hall. This started a movement against the demolition idea. Articles voicing opposition appeared in the local dailies and magazines in Cebu City and in Manila. Finally, confronted by civic leaders and society heads at his Cebu City Hall office, he gave up his idea and said he will use instead the space behind the fort.

 

In the very same year, the city council commissioned "The Lamplighter", a religious sect, to manage a zoo subsidized by the city within the fort courtyard.

 

By 1968, the façade, quarters and walls of the original structures of Fort San Pedro were so obliterated that only the two towers were recognizable. Plans for the restoration of the fort was started and the zoo was relocated.

 

Plans and estimates for the restoration of the fort were completed by architect Leonardo Concepción, who had completed his MA in Building restoration in Madrid. The project was jointly funded by the Board of Travel Industry (now Department of Tourism), the Cebu City Government, and the Cebu Zonta Club.

 

The Fort San Pedro restoration was a tedious, time and labor consuming project. To restore the fort as close to the original as possible, coral stones which were hauled from under the sea along Cebu coastal towns were utilized. Delivered crudely cut to the restoration site, the fort laborers did the final cutting and polishing to make the blocks fit each other.

 

Work progressed slowly but the façade, the main building, (Cuerpo de Guardia), the walk and the observatory roof garden were faithfully restored after one and a half years. To make the project functional; the restored main building serves then as the Cebu Office of the Department of Tourism, the lieutenant's quarters now houses a museum, the inner court is an open-air theater and its immediate vicinity is a park.

 

At present, it is under the care and administration of the city of Cebu,as a historical park under City Executive Order No. 08-87 of February 20, 2008. This order also known as Plaza Independencia - Fort San Pedro Interim Policy and Advisory Board (PIFSIPAB) appointed Hon. Michael L. Rama as overall overseer of the Plaza Independencia and Fort San Pedro. The land on which it is situated is, however, owned by the Department of Environment and Natural Resources.

 

These days, part of the fort is a museum. Inside the fort houses the legacies of the Spanish Government: well preserved Spanish artefacts such as Spanish documents, paintings and sculpture. A large statue of Legazpi and Antonio Pigafetta may be seen outside the fort walls.

  

Inside Fort San Pedro Facing Entrance, August 2010.

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BWO - SUNSHINE IN THE RAIN

When I'm in Berlin you're off to London

When I'm in New York you're doing Rome

All those crazy nights we spend together

As voices on the phone

 

Wishing we could be more telepathic

Tired of the nights I sleep alone

Wishing we could redirect the traffic

And find ourselves a home

 

Can you feel the raindrops in the desert

Have you seen the sun raise in the dark

Do you feel my love when I'm not present

Standing by your side while miles apart

Sunshine in the rain, love is still the same

Sunshine in the rain

Sunshine in the rain, love is still the same

Sunshine in the rain

 

Even if we call the highest power

We can only do one town a time

Words are not enough action speaks louder

Second time around . . .

 

Pic taken at Bellydance Kingdom SL

  

I promise you not a moment will be lost as long as I have heart & voice to speak & we will walk again together with a thousand others & a thousand more & on & on until there is no one among us who does not know the truth: there is no future without love.

 

StoryPeople

What makes some one special?

I suppose it all depends,

it’s what’s unique in each of us

that we all share as friends.

The difference is our differences,

maybe small or great,

variety adds spice to life,

so we should celebrate!

In Harmony, harmony!

You’re you I’m me,

together we should sing in Harmony!

If there was only one note,

How boring life would be.

I’m glad there are so many notes,

In many different keys.

I hear each voice singing,

with a special quality,

and when we sing together,

we bring music to the sea!

In Harmony.

B*L*O*G

i promise you not a moment will be lost as long as i have heart & voice to speak & we will walk again together with a thousand others & a thousand more & on & on until there is no one among us who does not know the truth: there is no future without love.

 

-story people

 

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secret #28

 

my parents are by far the best there is out there. my mom is my VERY best friend & my dad, well my dad is my hero. seriously they are THE most giving people in the world, even when there life is turned upside down, they NEVER stop to focus on themselves, its ALWAYS about others. their perseverance is AMAZING in my book. i couldnt ask for better when God blessed me with them.

 

HBWe

www.holyspiritspeaks.org/god-himself-the-unique-vii/

“In regard to the great mountain and the little stream, what is the mountain? Living things flourish on the mountain so there is value to its existence by itself. At the same time, the mountain blocks the little stream, ensuring that it does not flow wherever it wants and thereby bring disaster to the people. Isn’t that right? By virtue of the mountain’s existence, it allows living things like the trees and grasses and all the other plants and animals on the mountain to flourish while also directing where the little stream flows; the mountain gathers up the waters of the stream and guides them naturally around its foot where they may flow into the river and eventually the sea. The rules that are in place here were not made by nature, but instead were especially arranged by God at the time of creation. As for the great mountain and the fierce wind, the mountain, too, needs the wind. The mountain needs the wind to caress the living things that live upon it, and at the same time the mountain restricts how hard the fierce wind may blow so that it does not overwhelm and devastate. This rule holds, in a way, the duty of the great mountain, so did this rule regarding the mountain’s duty take form on its own? (No.) It was instead made by God. The great mountain has its own duty and the fierce wind has its duty as well. Now, about the great mountain and the huge wave, without the mountain being there would the water find a direction of flow on its own? (No.) The water would also overwhelm and devastate. The mountain has its own value as a mountain, and the sea has its own value as a sea. In this way, under these circumstances where they each do not interfere with one another and where they are able to exist together normally, they also restrict one another; the great mountain restricts the sea so that it does not flood and thus it protects the people’s homes, and this also allows the sea to nurture the living things that dwell within it. Did this landscape take form on its own? (No.) It was also created by God. We see from these images that when God created the universe, He predetermined where the mountain would stand, where the stream would flow, from which direction the fierce wind would begin to blow and where it would go, as well as how high the huge waves would be. God’s intentions and purpose are held within all of these things and they are His deeds. Now, can you see that God’s deeds are present in all things? (Yes.)”

from Continuation of The Word Appears in the Flesh

 

Happy Friday Dear Friends ;o))

 

Luciano Pavarotti feat. Tracy Chapman - Baby Can I Hold You

 

I still cry every time i see him he was so beautiful...two amazing voices, working together .......

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=zslKYY6wECs&feature=related

This is a series of pictures I was going to use in a project but got 3/4 done and lost traction for it.

 

The story is about Melon Elf, who is asked by Santa to have all the reindeer try on the new holiday wreaths. Rudolf refuses due to sensitive skin and they get into a disagreement. In the end Rudolf does try the wreath and likes it.

 

It should of been a quick film but after putting it together with scripts, recording the voices etc, and pans, I just didn't have passion for it.

 

The pictures are cute so I'll share them and let this one be done.

www.holyspiritspeaks.org/god-himself-the-unique-vii/

“In regard to the great mountain and the little stream, what is the mountain? Living things flourish on the mountain so there is value to its existence by itself. At the same time, the mountain blocks the little stream, ensuring that it does not flow wherever it wants and thereby bring disaster to the people. Isn’t that right? By virtue of the mountain’s existence, it allows living things like the trees and grasses and all the other plants and animals on the mountain to flourish while also directing where the little stream flows; the mountain gathers up the waters of the stream and guides them naturally around its foot where they may flow into the river and eventually the sea. The rules that are in place here were not made by nature, but instead were especially arranged by God at the time of creation. As for the great mountain and the fierce wind, the mountain, too, needs the wind. The mountain needs the wind to caress the living things that live upon it, and at the same time the mountain restricts how hard the fierce wind may blow so that it does not overwhelm and devastate. This rule holds, in a way, the duty of the great mountain, so did this rule regarding the mountain’s duty take form on its own? (No.) It was instead made by God. The great mountain has its own duty and the fierce wind has its duty as well. Now, about the great mountain and the huge wave, without the mountain being there would the water find a direction of flow on its own? (No.) The water would also overwhelm and devastate. The mountain has its own value as a mountain, and the sea has its own value as a sea. In this way, under these circumstances where they each do not interfere with one another and where they are able to exist together normally, they also restrict one another; the great mountain restricts the sea so that it does not flood and thus it protects the people’s homes, and this also allows the sea to nurture the living things that dwell within it. Did this landscape take form on its own? (No.) It was also created by God. We see from these images that when God created the universe, He predetermined where the mountain would stand, where the stream would flow, from which direction the fierce wind would begin to blow and where it would go, as well as how high the huge waves would be. God’s intentions and purpose are held within all of these things and they are His deeds. Now, can you see that God’s deeds are present in all things? (Yes.)”

from Continuation of The Word Appears in the Flesh

 

"To live is good!" How wonderful it is to hear others voicing the truth that life is not meant to be tedious nor tragic. Life is for living and it is good! How easy it is to forget that to make life vivid you must approach it excitedly, hopefully, zestfully- walking in shimmering sunshine, smelling the subtleness or intensity of flowers, watching the golden caprices of a sunset, listening to the mysteries of music. Vividness is here now, but we must tune in to live afresh in appreciation, understanding, and with new vigor.

" To live vividly together is best." This is what we all know and usually forget. You can never be depressed or agitated when you look at the world around you, savor it, and then seek to share it with someone else. Then and only then, will we experience how vivid living can be and make you want to experience more.

To live is good, to live vividly is better, to live vividly together is best!!

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

At the window above

The street. Alas!

Our dried voices, when

We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless. . .

 

--T.S. Eliot

.

On this day that we in the US celebrate our independence, it seems worthwhile thinking back to the storms that our nation has weathered.

Our striving together, finding common cause, working through the hard times has been what helped us.

It is good to remember those who longer ago came together and those more recently who have sacrificed that we may still consider ourselves independent.

Storms will return. Have returned.

Freedom isn't license.

Freedom is responsibility.

Responsibility to care for family, friends, and neighbors.

Responsibility to turn the light on acts which would diminish us.

Responsibility to raise our voices together.

The storms haven't gone away.

Dream on you boys

I know it feels cold around now

But we will raise our voices someday

Leave the past behind

And smile for what is here now

We will be as one all the way

On the way to wonderland

 

We don’t know wonderland

We don’t know how to get there

We will keep on searching for the way

We dream all the way

Of the moments we'll have there

We can see them all clear today

On the way to wonderland, On the way

 

Sometimes the night is cold

There are times we hurt inside

Sometimes the goal seems too far away

We don’t know wonderland

We’ve heard about the ones who’ve been there

It’s a place made for us they say

On the way to wonderland

 

We see the sun we’re gonna run

Towards the wonderland

The only place where we belong

The search will never end

We push against the wind and rain

Beating tears and pain

Together we can find wonderland

 

Sunrise Avenue

 

"E tutto insieme, tutte le voci,

tutte le mete, tutti i desideri,

tutti i dolori, tutta la gioia,

tutto il bene e il male,

tutto insieme era il mondo.

Tutto insieme era il fiume del divenire,

era la musica della vita."

~ Hermann Hesse - Siddharta ~

  

www.youtube.com/watch?v=eH4oGJcCzdM

   

"And all together, all the voices,

all the destinations, all the wishes,

all the sorrows, the whole joy,

all the good and all the evil,

all together it was the world.

All together it was the becoming river,

the music of life."

~ Hermann Hesse - Siddharta ~

  

~hApPy~wEeKeNd~

 

....done for Working Toward A Better World....

 

...title...♪♫♫...Gairy Clail...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUeRZZdHHIc

 

one law for the rich and another for the poor,

 

like a love that's worth smashing down doors-

 

one law for the rich and another for the poor,

 

(theese things are worth fighting for)

 

when I look into the face of those I adore

 

(theese things are worth fighting for)

 

and I hear a voice within me roar...

 

one law for the rich and another for the poor

 

like a love that's worth smashing down doors,

 

(no longer!)one law for the rich and another for the poor

 

(theese things are worth fighting for)

 

when I look into the face of those I adore

 

(theese things are worth fighting for)-and I hear a voice within me roar(theese things are worth fighting for...)

 

honesty-dignity-self respect(are worth fighting for)

 

I bet you don't talk to your neighbors no-more...

 

I hope...I hope...I hope for so much more

 

call me naive,but I hope...I hope...I hope for so much more

 

those responsible for crimes against this world must be held accountable,no longer,no longer-one law for the rich and another for the poor-it's UNACCEPTABLE!

 

to unite,for justice and equality for all

 

(theese things are worth fighting for)

 

when will we see the trials of the REAL criminals?

 

(theese things are worth fighting for)

 

when I look into the face of those I adore

 

and I hear a voice within me roar-honesty, dignity,self-respect-are worth fighting for...!

  

@{-->-- ...thank you all very much my dearest friends.................................................♥

Gotta love when an idea comes together and actually works. I'm lucky to have had my "my mobile voice responsive light stand," Derek with me. I mentioned my idea as we were on the top floor, he volunteered to go all the way to the bottom of the elevator shaft (via stairs) to place/position my light.

 

Here I am holding a flashlight with my left hand to shine on my legs and shooting with my right hand.

 

Strobist info:

-Vivtar 285hv @ 1/4 power

-Triggered by Cowboy Studio wireless

     

© i see the moon photography

  

it's twilight time.

 

...Out of the mist your voice is calling,

it's twilight time.

Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done

Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun

I count the moments darling till you're here with me

Together, at last at twilight time...

 

www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=51937&id=42564573606&a...

      

Flickr Red Day, Sunday, April 6th: Make your own red banner or create a red image. Although it may not make any difference, we can at least make our collective voice heard on Sunday, April 6th.

 

JOIN THE PROTEST GROUP here

www.flickr.com/groups/2575846@N24

 

skagitrenee (Renee) has put together a rationale outlining what we would like to see changed with the new Flickr; see the links here:

www.flickr.com/photos/skagitrenee/13536824243/

 

Please also see the user forum post re the above here:

yahoo.uservoice.com/forums/211185-us-flickr/suggestions/5...

 

Go to vote and leave your comment; we want Flickr to see the importance for all these missing points.

 

See also the Help Forum and leave a comment:

www.flickr.com/help/forum/en-us/72157643211280924/

 

... "caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar..." / ... "traveler there is no path, path are made by walking... " ( ... from poem "Cantares" by the great spaniard poet Antonio Machado / 1875 - 1939)

 

... salud, buenas luces y muchas gracias a tod@s!!! ... xo♥ox ...

 

... health, good lights and thanks so much to @ll!!! ..... xo♥ox ...

 

... Music: "Cantares" by Joan Manuel Serrat, putting music and voice to the wonderful Antonio Machado words ... + ... tribute to Serrat-Machado by cuban Trío Taicuba ....................................... enjoy them!!!

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCCfFvRkQlg

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtwDP-vwf1c

 

... english subtitles in the first clip!!!

 

NoTe: ... based in an old personal work ... of the analogic / chemical Era!!! ... LOL!!! ... image taken, and rethought, for :heart:️ WTBW :heart:️ in Santiago de Cuba!!!

 

NoTa: ... basado en un viejo trabajo personal ... de la Era analógica / química!!! ... LOL!!! ... imagen tomada, y repensada, para :heart:️ WTBW :heart:️ en Santiago de Cuba!!!

 

Her eyes were cast slightly down, but not focused on anything. She sensed he was looking at their pasts in his mind's eyes.

 

Ten years have passed, and here they were now, sitting in front of each other with two untouched cups of English breakfast tea. Her favorite. They both don't drink, so tea is the best drink they can pick in this place.

 

She hugged her knees, wondering if she was having a stroke, wondering if the entire speaking apparatus of her brain had lost their ability to speak up.

 

"Your letter to me meant so much," he said softly.

 

She looked up, startled. "What letter?" she wished her voice was steady.

 

"The one you wrote to me after my father died," he replied, running his index finger in the pristine China tea cup. It made her shudder, thinking about the feel of that finger in her own skin. "I couldn't understand my own feelings about my father until I read your letter."

 

For the first time that night, her tensed muscles began to relax and she smiled wistfully. "He loved you, he always did. He just didn't know how to express it."

 

He nodded. "I love him, too," he said. "I get it, at the end, and everything makes sense because you've helped me to see clearly." He paused, his eyes down. "I disappointed him, though."

 

"What? That's impossible," she countered.

 

His face turned complicated and unreadable, and she found herself unsure about wanting to hear the rest of his sentences. He glanced down again, but finally he looked at her in the eye. He smiled uneasily before speaking, "I didn't marry you."

 

Her brain slowed down into the point where she needed to think hard to be able to decipher what he had said. And when she did, the impact of his words were too far.

 

No, he hadn't married her. He had married someone else. He had gone on with his life, clearly not held back by any of it.

 

"It was a long time ago," she said, smiling, trying to lighten up the mood.

 

His face was stricken and regretful. "I'm sorry I brought it up..." he sighed, "it's just that... I've been thinking about this. How things will be different if I had waited for you to come back. I... I thought she was the one..."

 

She is, she thought, you just needed to be with me and then left me for her to realize that she's the one you've been waiting for.

 

For years, she's been trying her best not to bring up this memory because she knew she didn't have the wherewithal to stand it. The thought always left her an almost unbearable sorrow.

 

Because she knew that he never loved her.

 

Why say these words now?, she thought. After all, they were two people who had never come together of their own volition.

 

"It's late," she said, "I have to go now."

 

"Okay," he said, standing up.

 

After paying for their almost untouched dinner, he held the front glass door open for her as she stepped to the chilly spring night.

 

She looked at him as the valet boy brought her car, thinking that this would be a goodbye that would last for a while. Maybe forever. She didn't know that he felt the same way, but fought his way not to show it to her.

 

He kissed her hard, not on her lips, on her face, but his kiss was actually way too close to her lips. She wondered the nature of this kiss.

 

She didn't say anything as she stepped into her car. He waved. And he kept waving even until she started driving. He finally stopped waving when she took a turn in the corner of the road.

 

She kept driving, not knowing where to go, feeling the distance between them stretched and finally broke.

 

She hadn't chose the brave, risky life. She'd chosen the small, fearful, yet predictable life. She hadn't gotten to keep him.

 

She never got to keep anything.

 

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

 

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July 6, 2007, New York City:

 

Preface:

 

I wrote the following as two separate pieces a day apart. Initially, I had no clue as to how or why or who the first part would fit in to the stream of work I have been producing lately, I just knew it had to fit in somewhere.

 

Sometimes inspiration and creation take time. Sometimes the process is like a puzzle you put together, one piece at a time, one by one, days apart.

 

Thus, it occurred that it all came together last night.

 

I had written about the necessity of blood letting the day before (not literally, but literarily) and then an opportunity to do so occurred anoche.

 

Note: Once again, the original photo was taken by the beloved Rose & Olive. I’ve turned it upside-down, hopefully, as the title of the verse that follows reveals, for obvious reasons. I also adjusted brightness and color to draw out more intense hues and shadows, befitting my mood at the time of composition.

 

Oh, and please forgive the sports metaphor, I’m not a baseball fan by any means (boooring), but this is what came to mind, so I went along with it.

  

July 4, 2007, New York City:

 

Challenging

 

I couldn’t properly challenge life or myself when I was married.

 

Actually, I probably can’t challenge either while in any relationship whatsoever—for any compromise often ends up being too much compromise.

 

This is partly why I write—I lay my thoughts and my experiences and my principles out for everyone to see to challenge the way and wherefores of how I perceive and live my life—for by being open, honest and true I get to step up to the plate and risk being hit by a curveball or, as I prefer to think of it, I get the opportunity to hit a homerun.

 

If you’re not willing to risk you’ll neither ever strikeout or bring everyone in, you’ll just end up always being a spectator on the sidelines of life, shelling out $35 bucks for a lousy seat and just as much for a few beers and a dry hotdog.

 

To be a good writer you’ve got to be willing to be in the game, willing to fall, willing to fail, willing to make yourself vulnerable. To be a great writer sometimes you’ve got to open up a vein and show people that your blood, your love, your pain, not only cures you of your vanity, but also makes you just as human as everyone else.

 

To me, being human means both expressing the idiosyncrasies of your individuality, as well as, as much as, demonstrating that at the core we cry, we rejoice, we yearn to voice our opinions just like everyone else.

 

Ultimately, it’s a constant balancing act between succumbing to the humility of common experience and embracing, as well as exalting, the evolution of our souls and extra ordinary selves.

  

July 5, 2007, New York City:

 

the inverse of (something like happiness)

 

not like tonight,

a ten-hour flight, only to be

sent back home, ostracized

not welcome again in new york city,

at least not by his eldest son,

the one who left home

to get away, to start anew.

 

who knew that the legacy of anger

and insult upon insult upon insult

could linger even after 15 years gone.

i didn't, at least not until tonight.

 

he threatened to be on the next flight back

i said "go right the fuck ahead."

go back to where you came from

i don't need any more criticism or

advice on how to live my life right

or “wrong,” according to the wise old man.

fuck that, enough said, tonight

i've wiped my hands clean.

 

something like happiness

it seems, this sadness of letting go

of saying goodbye, of not knowing

or caring for a reconciliation;

but that is how it goes sometimes,

that is how it goes.

 

*

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(R&O thank you for the inspiration)

 

Lorenzo

 

Rose, Olive & Me

 

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A continuing set of 1920's inspired photos. View on black please! :)

My friend Erika modeled for me.

 

Thoughts.__

When I first saw the Kony 2012 video I was all for supporting Invisible Children. It inspired me. I have always wanted to help the people in Africa that you hear about suffering and dying everyday. However, I never felt I guess you could say "powerful" enough to do anything. But after viewing the video, Invisible Children presented a way that people just like me could make a difference; getting people to come together and make our voices heard.

 

But then, I started reading articles that harshly criticized the organization and its tactics. I started getting worried that maybe the money I donated to Invisible Children wasn't such of a good idea after all. But after researching and looking into the facts and figures of the organization, I believe my money is supporting a good cause.

 

I've thought about Invisible Children over and over, playing devil's advocate with myself. Questions like, "Will getting one man arrested really make a difference? Honestly, I don't know. But at least someone is trying to make a difference. If nobody tried, nothing would get done. If nobody tried, things would never change.

 

Anyways, here are the critiques if your interested: visiblechildren.tumblr.com/

And here is the organization's response to the critiques. s3.amazonaws.com/www.invisiblechildren.com/critiques.html

 

Some of my thoughts..I wrote this in comments on my previous upload.

Personally, I think Invisible Children's intentions are good and what they stand for is true. People may roll their eyes at the quickly spreading popularity of this Kony 2012 thing,and call it a "trend or bandwagon" but hey, at least the cause is being heard. At least people are becoming more aware about the terrible problems that are going on. At least people are trying to make a positive difference. All in all, I don't believe everything I hear through the media. That would be naive. I also respect and understand other's opinions. But I do believe the intentions of this campaign are good, and I hope that because of it some justice can be obtained, and other countries will realize the importance of helping Africa's countries to become a safer place for its people.

 

I'm not trying to change other's views, we're all entitled to think what we want. I'm just stating my observations and beliefs.

 

And please, even if you are against the Kony 2012 campaign, don't just criticize. Pointing out the flaws in something or complaining does not do anything. Instead, there are other organizations to donate to that are highly reviewed that support better conditions and safety for people in Africa. Instead of sharing the Kony video, you could share these links.

www.amrefusa.org/

www.africare.org/

www.cotni.org/

water.org/

 

Thanks again if you read this. Regardless of everyone's views and opinions, I just really want to help the people in Africa.

The conditions there make me so incredibly sad and depressed.

 

Feel free to share your views and opinions no matter what they are.

Betty Gans tapped her tuning fork against the fogged windows.

'Can we be quiet and just sing together, please!?', she asked the members.

There was something in her voice.

Ed turned off the lights.

Silence.

Mathilda Lok began singing the names of all the choir members in alphabetical order.

.

When God, disgusted with man,

Turned towards heaven,

And man, disgusted with God,

Turned towards Eve,

Things looked like falling apart.

 

But Crow Crow

Crow nailed them together,

Nailing heaven and earth together-

 

So man cried, but with God’s voice.

And God bled, but with man’s blood.

 

Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint

Which became gangrenous and stank-

A horror beyond redemption.

 

The agony did not diminish.

 

Man could not be man nor God God.

 

The agony

 

Grew.

 

Crow

 

Grinned

 

Crow Blacker Than Ever by Ted Hughes

It was Coble weekend in Bridlington last weekend. The guy with the violin sang sea shanty songs but his voice was barely audible.

 

Sailing cobles were once a common sight on the North east Coast of England. Pronounced 'cobble', the name is thought to be rooted in the Celtic 'Ceubal' or the breton 'Caubal', both which simply meant boat. The name has been used for more than a thousand years, and was mentioned in the 'Lindisfarne Gospels' The construction of the 'Coble' is remarkably similar to the ancient Viking 'Long Ships'. Many of the features on these boats have Scandanavian names. Indeed, the traditional rigging of the 'Gratitude' would be as familiar to our Norse ancestors as the dashboard of a car is to us today!

 

SCARBOROUGH MARITIME HERITAGE CENTRE

 

THANK YOU FOR YOUR VISITS, COMMENTS AND FOR ANY INVITES.

You should've seen by the look in my eyes

That there was something missing

You should've known by the tone of my voice

But you didn't listen

You play dead, but you never bled

Instead you lie still in the grass all coiled up & hissing

  

And I know all about those men

Still I don't remember

Because it was us baby way before them

And we're still together

And I meant every word I said

When I said that I love you I meant that I love you forever

 

And I'm gonna keep on loving you

Because it's the only thing I wanna do

I don't wanna sleep

I just wanna keep on loving you

 

And I meant every word I said

When I said that I love you I meant that I loved you forever...

And I'm gonna keep on loving you

Because it's the only thing I wanna do

I don't wanna sleep

I just wanna keep on loving you

 

I don't wanna sleep

I just wanna keep on loving you

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJljM4_1U14

"Our dried voices, when

We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry grass ..."

-- T. S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"

I'm waiting for your voice Reeko ♥

~

I willn't find ppl like you in my life ;'( You are everything to me..

I can'tlive if you were nt with me (LL) <3 u la2b3ad 7ad ;'(and i promise you I will not change Never,But I don't know why people didn't want to be You and me together,I hate those who want to see the end ;'p o I'm sorry for all What happened i don't mean to offend you babe ;'''s " I loveu strongly strongly strongly strongly " ,I swear no one will be able to keep me off you ;'$$ انته روحي والجسد ;** Reallly don't know what 2 say I can't express my feel ;') ihope not we say goodbye (h5) Friendz forever bosa-1 ;$

&

2tmna you're accepts my regret ='$

   

...

 

time may take us, take us far away

surely time, time can bring us back together

i'll be standing at the door

and you'll still look the same

 

one heart with a million voices

one day it could all be gone

hold on to the words they told us

hold on to it all my son

 

(This song reminds me of the music that reached out and said “I know how you feel.” This song reminds me of the artists who spilled their heart so I wouldn’t feel alone.

 

This song reminds me of the people and words that stay.

 

This song reminds me that we are all in this together. Although our pain is individual, we do not struggle alone. There are millions of people who hurt because their families fell apart. Their pain is real and unique to their own stories, but they do not hurt alone.

 

They are not a bother. They are a treasure. -TWLOHA)

 

i have no words for this place.

expansion and square after few weeks. i hope you will see it just rarely on my stream.

322/365.

Location: Surallah, South Cotabato, Philippines

 

Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time

Out of the mist your voice is calling, 'tis twilight time

When purple-colored curtains mark the end of day

I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

 

Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done

Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun

I count the moments darling till you're here with me

Together at last at twilight time

 

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue

And, in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

 

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old

Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold

Each day I pray for evening just to be with you

Together at last at twilight time

 

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue

And, in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

 

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old

Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold

Each day I pray for evening just to be with you

Together at last at twilight time

Together at last at twilight time

 

(from the lyrics of the song "Twilight Time" by: The Platters)

View On Black

 

A voice of one calling:

"In the desert prepare

the way for the LORD;

make straight in the wilderness

a highway for our God.

 

Every valley shall be raised up,

every mountain and hill made low;

the rough ground shall become level,

the rugged places a plain.

 

And the glory of the LORD will be revealed,

and all mankind together will see it.

For the mouth of the LORD has spoken."

 

A voice says, "Cry out."

And I said, "What shall I cry?"

"All men are like grass,

and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.

 

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

because the breath of the LORD blows on them.

Surely the people are grass.

 

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

but the word of our God stands forever.

 

Isaiah 40:3-8

 

Camera: Canon EOS 40D

Exposure: 0.004 sec (1/250)

Aperture: f/3.5

Focal Length: 18 mm

ISO Speed: 320

   

together with some of my friends in photo ;) on the left; it was his birthday this saturday, we share many smiles. He helped make this awesome trip possible. I'm forever grateful, and his girlfriend, the Panasonic camera. They're still together to this day, what a blessing.

 

Here, you can see the whole dam building..., together with the spooky entrance! many locals were catching fish in the moving waters, I think it was trout. Then, we travel through the dam,,, the tunnel. so dark. no lights. spooky and quiet, and our voices, make haunted echoes..!!! we give each other scares ;D maybe bats !. who knows

youtu.be/4cauU2IpFyA

 

Am I out of my head?

Am I out of my mind?

If you only knew the bad things I like

Don't think that I can explain it

What can I say, it's complicated

Don't matter what you say

Don't matter what you do

I only wanna do bad things to you

So good (so good), that you can't explain it

What can I say, it's complicated

 

Aye

Nothing's that bad

If it feels good

So you come back

Like I knew you would

And we're both wild

And the night's young

And you're my drug

Breathe you in 'til my face numb

Drop it down to that bass drum

I got what you dream about

Nails scratchin' my back tatt

Eyes closed while you scream out

And you keep me in with those hips

While my teeth sink in those lips (yeah)

While your body's giving me life

And you suffocate in my kiss

Then you said

 

I want you forever

Even when we're not together

Scars on my body so I can take you wherever

Like I want you forever

Even when we're not together

Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

 

Am I out of my head?

Am I out of my mind?

If you only knew the bad things I like

Don't think that I can explain it

What can I say, it's complicated

Don't matter what you say

Don't matter what you do

I only wanna do bad things to you

So good, that you can't explain it

What can I say, it's complicated

(damn)

  

Aye, I can't explain it

I love the pain

And I love the way that your breath

Numbs me like Novocaine

And we are

(oh)

Always high

Keep it strange

 

OK, yeah, I'm insane

But you the same

 

Let me paint the picture

(yeah)

Couch by the kitchen

(yeah)

Nothin' but your heels on

Losing our religion

(mmm)

You're my pretty little vixen

And I'm that voice inside your head

That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say

And you said

 

I want you forever

Even when we're not together

(I want you wherever)

Scars on my body so I can take you wherever

Like I want you forever

Even when we're not together

(oh, whoa)

Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

 

Am I out of my head?

Am I out of my mind?

If you only knew the bad things I like

Don't think that I can explain it

What can I say, it's complicated

Don't matter what you say

Don't matter what you do

I only wanna do bad things to you

So good, that you can't explain it

What can I say, it's complicated

 

The way we love, is so unique

And when we touch, I'm shivering

And no one has to get it

Just you and me

(right)

Cause we're just living

Between the sheets

(you said)

 

I want you forever

Even when we're not together

Scars on my body so I can take you wherever

Like I want you forever

Even when we're not together

Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

 

Oh, baby

Am I out of my head?

(am I?)

Am I out of my mind?

(am I?)

If you only knew the bad things I like

(if you only knew)

Don't think that I can explain it

What can I say, it's complicated (yeah)

Don't matter what you say

Don't matter what you do (do, do)

I only wanna do bad things to you

So good, that you can't explain it (so good)

Oh, baby!

What can I say, it's complicated

I like very much the two series of - quite unusual, with those travertine pillars recalling the shape of the Vatican obelisk (at the center of the picture) - street lamps bordering Via della Conciliazione.

I love this perspective partly because I perceive them as a visual equivalent of a strict counterpoint like the mirror canon, or a 2-voices fugue: the two voices run together, driven by a very strict, necessary law, towards the final resolution. I usually think of the perspective generated by some architectural styles as the visual equivalent of strict imitative counterpoint in music - basically I see perspective as a kind of visual canon or fugue. You could reverse the analogy, if you like: a canon/fugue can be seen as the musical analogue of classical perspective.

The huge difference is that music is essentially serial - you cannot listen to an actual musical perfomance in a single act of perception, but only as a series of sounds during time - while a "visual fugue" is to be perceived as a whole, so you can "see the canon" from its beginning to its conclusion in a single act of perception.

Add to this considerations the timeless beauty of Rome by night and such a grand-final as St. Peter basilica, and you have the raw materials to try a... Shot and Fugue in D (D for Didachus :-))

 

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