The Lonely Soul – Anto Thermadam

 

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…..As the days pass by
The lonely soul became
More lonely, with no other
souls as his companion
The lonely soul wanders

Alone in the walks of life
The lonely soul decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all its hardships
The lonely soul wanders

 

View of a butterfly on dry earth at Los Laureles reservoir during Earth Day. Los Laureles, which supplies over 50% of the million inhabitant Honduran capital of water, is suffering a drough

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Liu Bolin – Visible/invisible

 

 

Mudec museum in Milan hosts the second photographic exhibition since its opening and has entrusted Liu Bolin with the task of recounting his art in person, with a performance, one month before the opening of the exhibition, expressly created for the MUDEC which has, as a background, the iconic pieces of its permanent collection, and especially with a exhibition “Visible Invisible”.

Emblematic places, social issues, known and secret cultural identities: Liu Bolin endorses the poetics of hiding to become thing among things, to show that all the places, all the objects, even the smallest ones, have a soul that characterizes them and in which one can blend, vanish, identify himself into the Whole: a philosophy born in the East, but which has conquered the entire world, especially the Western one. Continue reading

Αndrew Οsokin…… rain drops!

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Σε αυτές τις εκπληκτικές φωτογραφίες του Ρώσου φωτογράφου Andrew Osokin, οι μικρές υδάτινες σφαίρες εντυπωσιάζουν με την απίθανη αρχιτεκτονική τους.

 

 

 

As Britain is lashed by rain and floods, a Russian photographer has captured another side of water in these stunning images of droplets.

They were created around Moscow by photographer Andrew Osokin.

The 50-year-old from Moscow uses macro photography to capture the delicate balance of the liquid forming globes thanks to surface tension.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2253771/The-stunning-images-water-droplets-rain-work-art.html

To all the souls that bloom in heaven

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…..In God’s garden
Where flowers never die,
you are a flower will bloom forever
Watered by my tears I cried ……

Aφιερωμένο στην αδελφούλα μου  και σε όλες αυτές τις ψυχούλες που ανθίζουν στον Παράδεισο!!!

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Memorial poems – A Flower Blooms In Heaven

Easter in São Brás de Alportel


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São Brás de Alportel

is a municipality in the District of Faro in Portugal.

My friend Jo (https://restlessjo.me/2019/04/24/celebrating-life-at-easter/)

Celebrating life at Easter and shared this enormous street party that is Festas das Tochas Floridas with us

 

 

I will share with you her excellent photos and her link for more details!!

Celebrating life at Easter!

HAPPY EASTER JO!!!

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The Fight of Two (lions) Within You

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* For the needs of my grandson’s photo  i changed the title

The Fight of Two Wolves Within You

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life:

“A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.

“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil–he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”

He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you–and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

* Tom is feeding the lion with his easter chocolate egg … i believe this is the good one as it is next to the side of his heart ❤

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A Heart Can Turn To Stone – Kasey Smith


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……A heart can not turn to stone when there’s a spark of love,

let the beauty of your tomorrows fly in like a white dove.

There’s another out there waiting to show you they care,
keep an open heart and allow them to step in and to share.  

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http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=245552

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Flute Player – Farzaneh Khojandi

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*The Flautist by Dasha Riley


Where is the real bazaar?

I want to buy an eyeful of kindness.
I want to dress my soul in hyperbole.
There’s a merchant who brings me
a whole spectrum of leaping colour
from the city of desires.
But here at the bazaar at Khojand,
faces are sour, talk is hot
and I long for the cool sweets of Tabriz.
Where is the real bazaar?
The flute-player tells me:
come with your ears used to insults,
and listen to the light recite a prayer to the dark.
Open your eyes used to pale shame
and see the beauty of Truth.
Where is the real bazaar?
The flute-player is there
calling my heart towards his hat
full of old change, but not a single pearl,
and since I am the jewel in the teardrop
I must go.

 

Thank you all  for spending a few moments of your precious time viewing my posts!!!

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Stieglitz And O’Keeffe: Their Love And Life In Letters

 

 

From 1915 until 1946, some 25,000 pieces of paper were exchanged between two major 20th-century artists. Painter Georgia O’Keeffe and photographer Alfred Stieglitz wrote each other letters — sometimes two and three a day, some of them 40 pages long. The correspondence tracks their relationship from acquaintances to admirers to lovers to man and wife to exasperated — but still together — long-marrieds.

The first volume of those letters has just been published. My Faraway One, edited by Sarah Greenough, features 700-plus pages of the couple’s correspondence, sent between 1915 and 1933. Continue reading

Even if…

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“Even if we travel the world to find the beauty, we have to take it with us so that we can always find it”. –

«Ακόμα κι αν ταξιδέψουμε σ΄όλο το κόσμο για να βρούμε την ομορφιά, πρέπει να την πάρουμε μαζί μας για να μπορούμε να τη βρίσκουμε πάντα». –

 

 

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Searching a peaceful shelter…

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Where will I find peace
That puts my mind at ease
Where will I find the solace I seek
Would that help me scale happiness peak
I have searched the world
Only to find hearts so cold
People so insensitive n ruthless
My feelings seem so worthless
Tired of wandering & searching
A broken heart I was nursing
Ultimately I sought shelter in solitude
Numb with pain at the worlds attitude
Stop I Did often just to question
What actually was my intention
Tired of running away from reality
I found peace within my own entity

© Aarzoo Mehek

“With the gaze of the conqueror: Athens of Occupation in the photographic collection of Byron Mitos”

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“With the gaze of the conqueror: Athens of Occupation in the photographic collection of Byron Mitos”  to be held  in Fetichie Mosque, in the archaeological site of the Roman Forum of Athens.

The exhibition is held in collaboration with the Museum of Byzantine Culture and with the support of the Ephorate of Antiquities of Athens.

Exhibition duration until 30 June 2019

photos Efi 2019

Πώς αποτύπωσαν την Αθήνα στην περίοδο της Κατοχής οι ίδιοι οι κατακτητές; Ποια θέματα επέλεγαν να απαθανατίσουν και από ποια απέστρεφαν το βλέμμα τους και γιατί; Τι κρύβεται πίσω από την ηρεμία των ερασιτεχνικών φωτογραφιών που κατέληξαν να κοσμούν τα προσωπικά λευκώματα των στρατιωτών και αξιωματικών του γερμανικού στρατού;

Σε αυτά και μια σειρά από άλλα ερωτήματα, αναφορικά με τις συνθήκες που οδήγησαν στη φωτογραφική παραγωγή της κατοχικής Αθήνας, επιχειρεί να δώσει απαντήσεις η περιοδική έκθεση :

«Με το βλέμμα του κατακτητή: η Αθήνα της Κατοχής στη φωτογραφική συλλογή του Βύρωνα Μήτου» που διοργανώνεται από τη Διεύθυνση Νεότερης Πολιτιστικής Κληρονομιάς, σε συνεργασία με το Μουσείο Βυζαντινού Πολιτισμού .

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“If you want to shine like a sun, first burn like a sun” – A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

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There are many problems in the path of success. To succeed, you have to go through the many obstacles. If you want to shine like a sun, then you must be willing to burn like a sun.

Nothing grows in the place of comfort, If you really want a life as you imagine then you must be willing to work for it.

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Ugur Gallen – Heartbreaking Contrast Between The Two Worlds We Live In

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Uğur Gallen is a photographer who lives in Turkey.  The contrast between  reflects two different worlds   inspired him to portray this in his work.

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Τούρκος καλλιτέχνης Ugur Gallen φωτογραφίζει και «συγκρίνει» τις διαφορές ανάμεσα στις ανεπτυγμένες χώρες κι εκείνες που μαστίζονται από συγκρούσεις

Ο Τούρκος καλλιτέχνης προσπαθεί μέσα από τις φωτογραφίες του να καταδείξει τις διαφορετικές συνθήκες διαβίωσης αλλά και ασφάλειας ανάμεσα στις χώρες της Δύσης και αυτές που μαστίζονται από πολεμικές συγκρούσεις.

 

https://www.artfido.com/turkish-artist-captures-the-heartbreaking-contrast-between-the-two-worlds-we-live-in/

Time for Meditation….

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Take it easy, Sadness. Settle down.
You asked for evening. Now, it’s come. It’s here.
A choking fog has blanketed the town,
infecting some with calm, the rest with fear.

While the squalid throng of mortals feels the sting
of heartless pleasure swinging its barbed knout
and finds remorse in slavish partying,
take my hand, Sorrow. I will lead you out,

away from them. Look as the dead years lurch,
in tattered clothes, from heaven’s balconies.
From the depths, regret emerges with a grin.

The spent sun passes out beneath an arch,
and, shroudlike, stretched from the antipodes,
—hear it, O hear, love!—soft night marches in.

 

MeditationCharles Baudelaire

 

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“The Little Boy and the Old Man – Shel Silverstein

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Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”

Said the old man, “I do that too.”


The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
I do that too,” laughed the little old man.


Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”


But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”


And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
I know what you mean,” said the little old man.”

 

 

Mother to Son – Langston Hughes

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Well, son, I’ll tell you:

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back.

Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,

And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47559/mother-to-son
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There is enough food grown in the world for everyone

 

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There is enough food grown in the world for everyone. And yet we remain stuck in a food crisis. Half the world’s food is lost as waste and a billion people – one in every six of the world’s poorest – cannot access enough of the other half and so go hungry every day. Our leaders have another chance to put that right.

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Υπάρχουν αρκετά τρόφιμα που καλλιεργούνται στον κόσμο για όλους. Και όμως παραμένουμε κολλημένοι σε μια κρίση των τροφίμων.

Το μισά από τα τρόφιμα του κόσμου χάνονται ως απόβλητα και ένα δισεκατομμύριο άνθρωποι – ένας στους έξι από τους φτωχότερους στον κόσμο – δεν μπορούν να έχουν πρόσβαση στο άλλο από το άλλο μισό και έτσι πεινούν καθημερινά.

Οι ηγέτες μας έχουν άλλη μια ευκαιρία να το κάνουν αυτό.

https://www.oxfam.org/en/pressroom/pressreleases/2009-10-16/world-food-day-there-enough-food-grown-world-everyone-op-ed

*https://t.me/PhotoArtworkCollection

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Davidson Bruce …

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“He seemed to know that it was the inner moment I was drawn to and not his clown face or physical appearance”

– Bruce Davidson

USA. Palisades, New Jersey. 1958. The Dwarf.

 

Bruce Davidson was 24 when he visited the Clyde Beatty Circus. In 1958, combined with the Cole Brothers and Hamid-Morton, the circus raised a gargantuan three-ring tent at the Palisades Amusement Park in New Jersey.

One spring morning Davidson headed off there at the suggestion of Sam Holmes, who was in charge of the picture library at Magnum Continue reading

The wheels of life ……..

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And as long as you wait for the wheel to turn, life is gone and lost!

You’ve got to have the will to live
You’ve got to have the will to try
Sometimes you gotta walk away, with your head held high
Wipe your tear-stained eye, ’cause you’ve got to keep on trying

The wheels of life, keeps going around
I said the wheels of life, yeah, keep right on going around

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Οι ρόδες της ζωής……..

Και όσο εσύ περιμένεις τη ρόδα να γυρίσει, η ζωή περνάει και χάνεται!

 

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Going for Water – Robert Frost

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The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;

Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.

But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.

Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

* Photo by: Abdullah Evindar

An Old Abandoned House – Kay Whitaker

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An old abandoned house,
White frame, stands on the hill
And looks down here on me.
A feeling always still Lingers about its walls
Each time I look around.
The windows, vacant, stare.
There never is a sound. And yet it seems to live.
Its memories float inside
In rooms I cannot see,
A former life to hide Of some time in the past
When children’s voices called
Where grasses now stand still
And dead tree limbs are sprawled. I wonder on the house,
The life that once was there.
But it stands silent, mocking me,
Continuing to stare.

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