One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.
Images: © Elise Boularan
Categories: photography
Tagged: bed, day, Elise Boularan, flash eyes, Life, male, man, photography, portrait, watching, window, woman
Sometimes at night I walk to the beach and lie on my back near the sea to dream good things about my life. I’m a vagabond soul filled with Internet folklore and the thought of your kiss shines like the stars amidst dark moments.
During the day, I hunt for food and fight my enemies with [...]
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For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Images: © Stefania Bonatelli, Old Age Is Not For Sissies, 2008
Text: From Morituri Solutamus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
Categories: photography, word
Tagged: age, day, evening, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Morituri Solutamus, old, opportunity, sky, stars, Stefania Bonatelli, youth
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Images: © Dinah Hayt
Text: Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)
Categories: photography, word
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It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognise the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.
That’s how it is on this [...]
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And in the afternoon they entered
a land but such a land!
A land hung in mourning,
darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged;
a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay…
How did it get so late so soon?
Its night before its afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flown.
How did it get so late so soon?
Images: © [...]
Categories: photography, word
Tagged: afternoon, day, giorno, late, painting, pomeriggio, pomeriggio dello stesso giorno, portrair, soon, Stefania Bonatelli
