i'm just a child with old eyes, cynical and sensible ... always full of surprises. i will travel far and wide, looking for the feeling lost inside you. they dont understand me, no, until is too late ...
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For mine it's a generation that circles the globe. in search of something we haven't tried before. so never refuse an invitation,
never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay your welcome.
just keep your mind open and suck in the experience and if it hurts, you know what? it's probably worth it !
never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay your welcome.
just keep your mind open and suck in the experience and if it hurts, you know what? it's probably worth it !
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The best thing about photography is that it is possible for the final viewer of a print to see more than the original photographer...
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“I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first and foremost - that is important.” Jacques-Henri Lartigue
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…si l-am vazut acolo intins, cu ochii intredeschisi afisand un zambet fals celor ce il priveau dispretuitor. Il acuzau nestiind nimic .
“ voi…voi traiti in globurile voastre de cristal care la cea mai mica atingere se fac tandari… voi o sa muriti in lumea voastra ingusta , bandajata cu miere si funde roz… voi sunteti demni de dispret…vietile voastre nu valoreaza nimic. Cand o sa intrati in lumea mea o sa fie prea tarziu…chiar nu ati observat ca sunt cu un pas inaintea voastra? O sa fiu plecat de mult , o sa privesc inapoi si o sa rad …o sa rad cand va voi vedea fetele pictate cu urme de speranta…eu traiesc si fara sa sper am totul…voi nimic… si acum vreau sa imi spuneti …cine este castigatorul si cine este invinsul? “
…au trecut ani de atunci…inca imi amintesc cum isi tinea pumnii stransi cand era nervos… ii citeam in ochi mania…glasul lui capata un timbru special si de fiecare data inima mi-o lua razna …
…iarasi l-am visat ….
by who ?
by me
sunt o muza nu?
:)
iti place ?
:)
da, imi suna a jurnalul raului :)
mi-ai dat o idee .thx :)
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