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05/05/2015

The sea depth of my ...

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The sea depth of my ...

Calm bottom of my sea: no one realizes what a monster funny hide it.
Nietzsche.



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Prayer

I must have God, a strange one:
Disappear quietly, I am suddenly,
I close the door to your deeper world
Where have enough minutes ...

But important for me, Lord, that you are,
What's next to me, here and now,
And when suddenly the fear creeps into the soul -
I'm in your hands.

I am learning to see you around,
And I want to say thank you for everything:
For friends, parents, my blood,
All that will be re;

During my journey without a map and without handrails
And the love you gave,
For people who are here - Stretch palm -
In their hearts the fire.

And while all are alive, who are dear to me,
Help me to be softer and stronger;
And for them, Lord, look closely -
You're the one ...

Pol_Korde.



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29/04/2015

Still Life Qiang ~ - ~ Juan ...

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Still Life Qiang ~ - ~ Juan ...

~ Inspired by ...

 



 

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It occurred to me suddenly .... not often hear a phrase that, he says, nobody is nobody owes nothing ... And it seems like I could not agree more. Indeed, is not obliged ... a loved one is not obliged to love, friends do not have to fall apart at the first call in the morning, strangers do not have to be polite to you personally ... But where is the line, which limits it is not required? Or this face there? No one is obliged to feel responsible for those left without help? Nobody is obliged to be compassionate? Where is the line that separates this "I'm not a dollar, I can not please everyone" from total indifference and self-centeredness? ... I do not know ...

 

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"I am from China and now live and work in Texas. I'm writing for many years. Daily work if the day happens without a brush, I feel a little rusty. "
 
Huang Qiang ~ ~
 
His works are sold directly from the easel. He engaged in teaching.
Master of contrasts, a master of color and light ...
 

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28/04/2015

Maja Wronska ... ~ City ~ ...

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Maja Wronska ... ~ City ~ ...

 



 

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Praha

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My city is built on the ruins of poems, illusions, short meetings. In it feel cold fingers in it get cool feeling, and an old sweater does not warm shoulders. It lost, covered with mud, bogged down in the everyday life of my dreams; Here the sky close - pull your hand! - But it does not protect against cavities.
And the white flag decorated Tuesday and Nemoto crowned the year, and the same rake again and oil embarrassing plyuhnetsya sandwich.
While stuck in the trap of life; not flutter, and do not shout - to close the window, fold the soul, fling into the pit [of dreams] keys.

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warszawa

utro.
... One morning vorvёtsya wind Sala, zateet coup. As a "220" Jolly Roger easily banish melancholy and sadness. And grinder whisper: "... in the morning," and tknёtsya nose to knees cat, and something breaks out, and will break, and the solution - as well, so be it!
You smile at yourself and the world, easy to let go of unnecessary rubbish, easily allow freedom crazy - forget about rakes and nonsense. Humming dreamily about Dolce Vita, jasmine flower prizhmёsh cheek, and hurried breathing bitterness put the line in the diary - hell, the border gate, the point. Your personal and Shah, and mate. And the White Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat will tell you with a smile: "Vivat!".
And the world will be kissing in the wrist, and Peter will reduce the bridge and you'll remember that the word "happiness" - a synonym for the morning, which you casually write their dialect rifmuesh head of his favorite books, and the wind howled outside the window, well, in columns barely audible - Grieg ....)

Irina Vasilenko

 

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Krakow

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Golden gate bridge


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Seattle

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mist in Praha

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Sunset in Rome

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morning in Venezia

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Brooklyn Bridge

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Tower bridge

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Paris