Tuesday 13 January 2009






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

26 comments:

  1. 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. Beautiful. The photo is wonderful!

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  3. That is so well crafted and evocative. Lovely.

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

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

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

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  8. 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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  9. teaching red flowers to a snow-blinded world

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

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  12. I am happy you liked it, Dave.

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  13. 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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  14. 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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  15. 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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  16. Manuela, pieces of dreams, all photos should be that, I think... thank you for your lovely words, as always.

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

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

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

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

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  21. 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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  22. 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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  23. 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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  24. Facinating capture!

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