Tuesday, December 23, 2014
"sharp" and ~ happy holidays ~
.... In still life photography I love to mix with things they don't really match....
like here a humble cheese grater with a broken necklace...
Send you my wishes for fantastic holidays ...
Monday, December 8, 2014
.. dark at four o'clock ..
It gets
dark at four o’clock now
The
windshield is filled with night and cold
The motor
running for the heater’s sake
We finally
forgive ourselves
And touch
each other between the legs
At last I
can feel the element of welcome in our kisses.
(leonard
cohen)
Thursday, November 27, 2014
.. that night still in memory ..
~ sweet
memories ~
My beloved
friend
You and I had a sweet talk,
Long ago, one autumn night.
Renewing itself,
The year has rumbled along,
That night still in memory.
( Daigu Ryökan – Japanese poet )
You and I had a sweet talk,
Long ago, one autumn night.
Renewing itself,
The year has rumbled along,
That night still in memory.
( Daigu Ryökan – Japanese poet )
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
a postcard from greece ...
..... island samos ...
with music by nina simone ~~~ I put a spell on you .. (enjoy summer, little late for this wish)!!
................. http://youtu.be/xDprYZ-tgiA
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
schöner abend
.. even poor people became
golden,
which gives their faces happiness and a smile
which gives their faces happiness and a smile
(by Gottfried Benn)
. auch arme Leute wurden
golden,
was ihrem Antlitz Glück und Lächeln gab.
(aus “Schöner Abend” von Gottfried Benn)
was ihrem Antlitz Glück und Lächeln gab.
(aus “Schöner Abend” von Gottfried Benn)
Location:
Anatoliki Attiki, Greece
Sunday, June 1, 2014
columns of a temple.
One of the Poseidon
temple’s remaining Doric columns is inscribed by none other than Lord Byron,
who visited the temple in the early 19th century.
Place me on Sunium's
marbled steep,
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swanlike, let me sing and die:
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine--
Dash down yon cup of Samian wine! "
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swanlike, let me sing and die:
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine--
Dash down yon cup of Samian wine! "
(George Gordon, Lord Byron, The Isles of Greece)
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