Tuesday, 13 January 2009






my hands soaked in his silence
i teach him summer
and red flowers
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26 comments:

  1. billoo14 January 2009 at 06:54

    And what does he teach you?

    This is a wonderful photo. It's as if you've seen them in a dream, or they're dreaming.

    b.

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  2. swiss14 January 2009 at 10:31

    x that'll do!

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  3. lune_blanc14 January 2009 at 13:01

    Beautiful. The photo is wonderful!

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  4. Dave King14 January 2009 at 16:08

    That is so well crafted and evocative. Lovely.

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  5. 'Clavdia'14 January 2009 at 20:59

    This is so beautiful. I can't tell you how glad I am to see your photos and words again.

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  6. Anonymous14 January 2009 at 22:03

    I guess a lot of people nowadays would need to be taught summer and flowers... Sensible aux couleurs comme je suis, je trouve ta photo subtilement éclatante, comme une merveilleuse thérapie en ces jours de grisaille.

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  7. James Owens15 January 2009 at 01:12

    snow ... and snow ... I want summer so very much

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  8. Manuela15 January 2009 at 06:36

    your photo is a piece of dream - o bucata din vis

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  9. mansuetude15 January 2009 at 21:34

    the flowers (even though softer than blood) immediately evoke blood to me after reading the first line. It was a lovely happening.

    Very beautiful

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  10. Ffflaneur15 January 2009 at 21:51

    teaching red flowers to a snow-blinded world

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  11. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:29

    well, b... I hope you don't make that horrible mistake of taking the author for the 'I' in the text :-)

    but maybe it is you who saw them in a dream, your dream of red and blue...

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  12. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:29

    swiss, for what? :-) for those famous swiss-flowers I have been trying and trying to get? :-)

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  13. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:30

    thank you, michiko.

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  14. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:30

    I am happy you liked it, Dave.

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  15. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:31

    Clavdia, Clavdia...
    and I can't tell you how much it meant to me that you continued to post my pictures on your blogs, make such wonderful posts out of them, and write to me all the time I was silent...

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  16. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:33

    la belle source, en me rapellant notre discussion sur les fleurs, j'etais impatiente de voir si tu allais aimer la photo ou non :-) plus de fleurs a venir, bientot...

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  17. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:35

    James, I wish I could make summer for you, right now. but it seems that only that 'I' can do that, and not me...

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  18. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:36

    Manuela, pieces of dreams, all photos should be that, I think... thank you for your lovely words, as always.

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  19. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:37

    mansuetude, blood, I know. you said it, while I was imagining the next flowers of blood, for today...

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  20. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:38

    fff, and tonight, again, but then the snow will win, again...

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  21. Roxana15 January 2009 at 23:38

    b, I forget: what would you like him to teach me? :-)

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  22. swiss16 January 2009 at 01:03

    those flowers i'm trying and trying to picture just right. you set a high bar! lol

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  23. billoo16 January 2009 at 12:49

    No, I didn't take the author (for 'I') at all..and yes, maybe I saw them in a dream ..but it wasn't "my" dream..I hope you don't make the horrible mistake of confusing the subject of a dream with the suject who has a dream in your modern way!

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  24. billoo16 January 2009 at 21:19

    Hmm...as they say over here: "don't make me open my mouth or else..."

    okay, okay. since you insist. German, perhaps.

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  25. Roxana18 January 2009 at 16:04

    b, oh, are there old and modern ways to dream too? I knew only about modern ways to talk about dreams, which I don't like at all, as you know. you were the one always ready to embrace that couch :-P

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  26. Anonymous21 January 2009 at 21:53

    Facinating capture!

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