Random thoughts of a random mind

''They call it night,

they call it night

and I know it well...''

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She said:

'I tried to capture the sun!
I tried to caprure his brightful beauty,
his golden eyes,
his majestic glimpse...

You know I've been trying hard to do it.

I guess I did.

He almost drove me blind.

He didn't want to share any
of his precious sunbeams with me,
he wouldn' t give me anyone.

So, I hid, and tried to steal some sundrops

through...

...the darkest of the clouds

and the shadows of the trees...

All that time

it' s been the lighting to my dreams,

those paths my imagination

wandered on for so long

the reason why all those
false images of life were created
deep inside my mind
- resemblances of dreams do never come true.

I stretched my hands all over him,

I made my own wings and flied up,

I wanted to touch the sun,

I wanted to conquer his pride
-foolish me-
I only managed to get burnt.
My wings, my eyes, my heart
they collapsed
like stars do when they fall
and touch the surface of

human dreams.

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Oh, it's really been 'a long time, long time now since I' ve seen you smile'! More than two weeks I guess. I was actually enjoying my Easter holidays in my grandma' s house, in the village she lives, quite far from what I call 'city hubbub'. It's been a quiet and pleasant week indeed, my best friend, her mother and some friend's of my parents came along as well to celebrate Jesus's Resurrection through the traditional greek customs. Well, I didn't really feel like celebrating anything as I'm not pretty fond of religious stuff, but I was glad to experience all those traditional customs again.

What was really exciting about my stay in the village were the walks I had with my friend in the nature, beautiful flowers everywhere, the Spring was blooming, the sky was blue and clear, the weather was warm and relaxing. We took some really lovely photos climbing on a tree and all around the flowers, it was fun and crazy!

(Isn't she beautiful?She's an elf actually!)

...and that's her dog!

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What if all these fantasies

Come flailing around?

Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream

That was just a dream

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And so long, mistress sings

So long, I can't wait

To my love, wait one more

So long, mistress sings

So long, my fate has changed

It's been deranged

So long to these kite strings

So long, I've been saved

before I'm saved once more...

I call upon my daring

I call upon, I can't taste anymore

I can't waste anymore...

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So, that's all for the time being. I hoped you liked that post cos all of the photos are taken by me and I really think they' re cute and interesting pieces of an amateur's work(I hopeI don't look like a show off!)!I'll be seeing you around everybody...

Farewell!

...And it rips through the silence of our camp at night....And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide...

Time,life,dreams

Here comes the sun, yeah, here comes the sun and I say...

it's alright.

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There are some strange moments in life at which you feel like time has slipped from your hands...

....and it's dreadfully been locked in a peculiar invention, named 'the clock'.
It doesn't belong to you anymore, it never did actually. The only means to realise the existence of time is life, another strange invetnion that consists of experiences, motions, feelings, people, places... and most of all time.

...it's some times
full of blurred images...

...at other times though
it seems to be full of...

...happiness.

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..let's waste time

chasing cars

around our heads...

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And dreams are what life needs to be completed.

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ONE DAY I AM GOING TO GROW WINGS

a chemical reaction...

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sun, sun, sun here it comes.

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And now some serious talking...

Robert Doisneau was a French photographer I currently found out how much fond I am of his work. Well actually, it happened to learn about him a year ago, when my best friend gave me on my 16th-I think- birthday a huge calendar(you know, the ones that are supposed to be hung on a wall) of his work, full of photography taken in Paris, without knowing what kind of a masterpiece she was giving me! You see, we were quite indifferent about photography as an aspect of art then, and she just bought it to me because I am nuts about Paris. But now, that my tastes have changed and I am absolutely interested in photography, I can see what a beautiful personality that Robert must have been! I am now to tell you a few things about his life and then share some of his gorgeous photography.

So, Robert Doisneau was born on April 14, 1912 and died on April 1, 1994. He was a photographer noted for his frank and often humorous depictions of Parisian street life, being one of France's most popular and prolific reportage photographers. He was known for his modest, playful, and ironic images of amusing juxtapositions, mingling social classes, and eccentrics in contemporary Paris streets and cafes. Doisneau has presented a charming vision of human frailty and life as a series of quiet, incongruous moments, and as he has written: "The marvels of daily life are exciting; no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street.". His work gives unusual prominence and dignity to children's street culture; returning again and again to the theme of children at play in the city, unfettered by parents. His work treats their play with seriousness and respect. The Estate of Robert Doisneau is currently represented by Bruce Silverstein Gallery, New York.

Interesting, wasn't he? You can find more about his life, exhibitions, awards and publication on Wikipedia.

And now some marvellous work!

Si tu n'etais pas la comment pourrais-je vivre?Je ne connaitrais pas ce bonheur qui m'enivre. Quand je suis dans tes bras mon coeur joyeux se livre...

So, that's all for now. I'm afraid I need to end this post here, I wish I had more time to post more Robert Doisneau photography! I hope this is as musch inspiring to you as it is for me...

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...La mer...Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs a des reflets d'argent, la mer, des reflets changeants sous la pluie...

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Adieu!