Wednesday, 24 March 2010

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(the Bridge will be silent for a while)





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26 comments:

  1. billoo24 March 2010 at 13:26

    goodbye and thanks for all the fish

    :-)

    b.

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  2. jeff24 March 2010 at 17:54

    ...
    Profites de ce silence et de ces longs moments d'abscences... Pour qui ? Pour nous... pour toi ?
    Tu me manques déjà ou plutôt, les rêves et les longs moments que tu nous offres, sur ce pont flottant des rêves, procurent de si bons moments de douces réflexions, de plaisirs gustativement "pupillaires" ( cherche pas... ! J'ai inventé ces drôles de mots !...(:]...) et tant de sentiments que nous partageons ensembles en étant loin, à des kilomètres les uns des autres...

    Je vais devoir revisiter ce "pont" et y marcher seul, tranquillement, au milieu des brumes de tes derniers mots...:)

    Bises Roxana...(8[
    A bientôt... et très bientôt j'espère...

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  3. Prospero24 March 2010 at 19:02

    the bridge gives so much

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  4. Owen25 March 2010 at 02:57

    *
    *
    *
    The silence
    Of the bridge
    Will no doubt
    Be deafening
    *
    *
    *
    Missing
    You
    Already
    *
    *
    *

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  5. Stickup Artist25 March 2010 at 03:24

    You will be missed...

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  6. lasourceauxbois26 March 2010 at 16:02

    How come??? hey, I'm back!!! :)) J'espère que tout va bien.

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  7. Anonymous27 March 2010 at 03:36

    For no cause we faint not; but though our outward may perish, yet the inward is renewed day by day.
    For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.
    (Second Epistle to the Corinthians)

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  8. Plum'27 March 2010 at 09:14

    Tu vas nous manquer Roxana...
    Bises
    K'line

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  9. Anonymous27 March 2010 at 18:38

    oh no, now I'll have to go back on to therapy :-(

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  10. Adelino Marques27 March 2010 at 20:56

    Gosto de ver o que fazes, o que crias...fico com sentimento de perda com esta tua decisão de afastamento.

    Espero que seja por pouco tempo...e que seja bom para ti.

    Beijo grande.

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  11. Owen28 March 2010 at 04:29

    *
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    The silence
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    Is getting
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    *
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    louder
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    *
    *
    Be well Roxana
    Wherever you are...
    *

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  12. Ffflaneur28 March 2010 at 13:17

    but your voice is still floating all over this place ...

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  13. C.29 March 2010 at 00:20

    the image is breathtaking.
    it matches perfectly my world this spring, all the private dreams.

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  14. g sutton breiding29 March 2010 at 16:14

    al maps are white
    silence a mist of cries
    around us
    fade to glass
    this flower invisible
    as our souls
    fainting into the emlting snow

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  15. Marc.30 March 2010 at 01:26

    Je ne peux qu'être d'accord avec mes petits camarades... Tu me/nous manques...déjà :0)

    Je t'embrasse.

    M.

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  16. clo30 March 2010 at 23:02

    un doux bisou en passant Roxana....
    j'aime bien t'attendre aussi...
    te retrouver ne sera que meilleur...:o)
    a bientot et prends soin de toi...

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  17. James Owens31 March 2010 at 06:29

    May you find your silence filled with grace and healing, and may it last as long as you need it to last. If it is broken at all, then let it be broken by an occasional rustle of wings, by a secret whisper that fills your face with light.

    …. and this is the silence of the mirror waiting for the unicorn. Return someday, and capture yourself here once more….

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  18. Susan Kruse31 March 2010 at 15:10

    Thank you for these years of beauty. I was privillaged to find your blog almost at the start and it has been a joy to watch the unfolding loveliness. I hope you don't go too far or for too long because I will miss you, your intelligence and appreciation of beauty and your always meaningful comments. Thank you especially for being kind enough to take a piece of my art that time. Meant a lot.

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  19. mansuetude1 April 2010 at 04:17

    this photo is like a truth.
    you are !

    i am grateful for your sharing intelligent heart... vision.

    i love you dressed in silence.

    a raw milk silk.

    may the road ahead be dream doors opening heart.

    till then, radience

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  20. Anonymous4 April 2010 at 03:44

    Paste fericit. Fie ca aceasta sarbatoare sa ne aduca tuturor pace si liniste in casa si in suflet. Hristos a inviat.

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  21. A l a i n 4 April 2010 at 08:45

    Pour une nouvelle construction prends le temps !!!!

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  22. Anonymous7 April 2010 at 12:44

    wanted: dead or alive.

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  23. Anonymous7 April 2010 at 16:07

    o great goddess, send us mere mortals a sign that you are still alive and care for us. a picture, a word? even if you cough on us we shall be blessed.

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  24. Neil8 April 2010 at 00:46

    The English poet Laurence Binyon said that "Slowness is beauty." Silence like slowness is a necessary part of creation.

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  25. Owen8 April 2010 at 07:11

    Ah Roxana...

    Sans l'animatrice qui souffle l'inspiration qui fait que le pont soit suspendu dans les nuages épais de nos rêves, on est comme des somnambules qui errent ici dans le brouillard, cherchant un moment de reveil qui ne vient pas... sombrant de nouveau dans le flou... a state of suspended animation... frozen... to be re-awakened in another time and place..., which reminds me of :

    Franklin's Tower...(Gratefule Dead)
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    In another time's forgotten space
    your eyes looked through your mother's face
    Wildflower seed on the sand and stone
    may the four winds blow you safely home

    Roll away... the dew
    Roll away... the dew
    Roll away... the dew

    You ask me where the four winds dwell
    In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell
    It can ring, turn night to day
    Ring like fire when you lose your way

    Roll away... the dew . . .

    God help the child who rings that bell
    It may have one good ring left, you can't tell
    One watch by night, one watch by day
    If you get confused just listen to the music play

    Roll away... the dew . . .

    Some come to laugh their past away
    Some come to make it just one more day
    Whichever way your pleasure tends
    If you plant ice you're going to harvest wind

    Roll away... the dew . . .

    In Franklin's Tower the four winds sleep
    Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep
    Wildflower seed in the sand and wind
    May the four winds blow you home again

    Roll away... the dew
    Roll away... the dew
    Roll away... the dew
    Roll away... the dew
    You better roll away the dew
    ==============================

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEniyvOtETc

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    ... may the four winds blow you safely home...

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  26. Roxana9 April 2010 at 15:58

    how is one supposed to stay away for a long time when you are all so kind and thoughtful and warm? :-)

    thank you dear all - for making me miss the Bridge, ponder and laugh...
    it's so nice to see you all again!
    (you left such wonderful comments and my reply is so clumsy, i hope i can make up for this with some new pictures and you will forgive me :-)

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