Tuesday, 27 May 2008

storm




And then the soul is breaking.
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4 comments:

  1. Szerelem27 May 2008 at 16:05

    *Love*

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  2. Roxana27 May 2008 at 16:14

    szerelem: thank you!!!!

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  3. lotusgreen27 May 2008 at 22:11

    i love storms. i grew up in michigan where there are wonderful storms with thunder and lightening. here in california it's rare--really frightens the cats, but i love it when they do come.

    and they're fun to photograph as they roll in over the bay.

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  4. Roxana27 May 2008 at 23:29

    Yes, lotusgreen. I like so much what Gibran said: A storm is the only thing in nature that frees my heart from little cares and little pains ... A storm always awakens whatever passion there is in me. I become eager -- and eagerness in me must always seek relief in work. I often picture myself living on a mountain top, in the most stormy country (not the coldest) in the world. Is there such a place? If there is I shall go to it someday and turn my heart into pictures and poems.

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