tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post2735265860614806917..comments2024-02-22T13:10:05.327+02:00Comments on the floating bridge of dreams: last petalsRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-67572695831490066562011-06-26T17:42:19.498+03:002011-06-26T17:42:19.498+03:00Viktor, of course there is a way, if you have a bl...Viktor, of course there is a way, if you have a blogger account as you seem to have now, you just have to remember to click on "email follow-up comments to" before publishing the comment.<br /><br />yes, much more to Nostalgia than that, the same way there would be, for example, more richness to your comment if accompanied by that thick Slavic accent of yours, that you mention somewhere else :-)<br />(which i personally love, generally speaking) - ah, the limitations of blogging and all this virtual communication, somehow i grow weary of them... anyway, i am grateful for this little dialogue, even in this form, so thank you for coming back...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-42602296133942599122011-06-26T17:35:41.777+03:002011-06-26T17:35:41.777+03:00Lydia, words are not needed, no...
a hug, for you,...Lydia, words are not needed, no...<br />a hug, for you, always.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-68040094795336773642011-06-14T21:26:18.477+03:002011-06-14T21:26:18.477+03:00ah, good thing I stopped by to look at these image...ah, good thing I stopped by to look at these images again and found your reply. Wonder, if there is another way for folks to know that you replied.<br /><br />Tarkovsky... Well, perhaps, partially yes. But even though I love him very much, Nostalgia is more than Tarkovsky. ;-)vz-nostalgiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757936609547099697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-91109684425898143922011-06-11T13:08:38.785+03:002011-06-11T13:08:38.785+03:00Your poem, even without the images, is a masterpie...Your poem, even without the images, is a masterpiece. Coupled with the images.....I cannot find the right words.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-43243905422868796202011-06-10T00:12:17.489+03:002011-06-10T00:12:17.489+03:00ffflaneur, yes.
Mariana, i am so happy you ca...ffflaneur, yes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mariana, i am so happy you came by! thank you for your nice words!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />vz-nostalgia, welcome on the Bridge and a warm thank you for your poetic comment - is this nostalgia an echo of Tarkovski's?Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-53845170355582019042011-06-05T21:25:09.343+03:002011-06-05T21:25:09.343+03:00...moving in teh rhythm of the white shower of the......moving in teh rhythm of the white shower of the falling petals<br />she danced herself to death...vz-nostalgiahttp://nostalgia.shutterchance.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-47961703017848614502011-06-05T20:04:37.638+03:002011-06-05T20:04:37.638+03:00it's one of my dreams..to be there...........s...it's one of my dreams..to be there...........someday...........MARIANA COPELLOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07284919659265116558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-72742962789687486972011-06-04T14:45:13.390+03:002011-06-04T14:45:13.390+03:00whew --- that unflinching gaze in the last photo!!...whew --- that unflinching gaze in the last photo!!!Ffflaneurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04697821220291240079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-81879381228750365092011-06-03T10:22:10.713+03:002011-06-03T10:22:10.713+03:00"though don't i need sunflower photos to ..."though don't i need sunflower photos to go with them?"<br /><br />I was hoping you would send some sunflower photos our way!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-5263386899488704612011-06-02T23:59:00.809+03:002011-06-02T23:59:00.809+03:00Marion, i am happy you liked them :-) i like the 3...Marion, i am happy you liked them :-) i like the 3rd one best, but i think it is the terrifying one in the series, yes...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Clo, moi-aussi je t'embrasse, partageons ce silence plein de tendresse, je comprends tres bien...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-54055228553022836532011-06-02T23:57:16.891+03:002011-06-02T23:57:16.891+03:00Renée, Deine Worte haben mich laecheln gemacht, di...Renée, Deine Worte haben mich laecheln gemacht, die Wolkenprinzessin spricht mit der Bluetenprinzessin... und am Ende muessen sich die beiden unbedingt umarmen, nicht wahr? :-)<br />aber wie schoen Du das gesagt hast, wie schoen: "Mensch kann schön und zart sein wie der Wind, fliessend wie das Wasser, träumend und schwebend in einer anderen Welt" - ja, genau so fuehle ich auch, und ich bin froh, wenn meine Bilder das manchmal zeigen, sichtbar machen koennen...<br />Ich sende dir mein zartestes Laecheln zurueck...<br />bis sehr bald, meine Liebe...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />James, that you, you like this poem means so much to me, you have no idea... and how could i thank you for using this incredibly wonderful word, maenad, see, others are taken with it too :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />swiss, haha, sorry to distract you, but who can resist the word maenad (i mean, resisting my pics is relatively easy compared to that :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Prospero, crined!!! this is so lovely, but i, being a romanian as you might know, have to think of lilies now, because 'crin' means 'lily' in romanian, can you believe that? :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Stickup, you are so right, i did think about Ophelia here, i am a bit obsessed with this myth, and i adore the painting you mention. my ohelia is much darker and menacing, i feel, i should try a colourful one too, someday, i've had this idea for some time now (though i am sure it is not at all original).Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-63953794830826187062011-06-02T23:48:05.064+03:002011-06-02T23:48:05.064+03:00second anon, these Blake-lines are wonderful, than...second anon, these Blake-lines are wonderful, thank you... perhaps they will match my next post too :-) though don't i need sunflower photos to go with them?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Flipi, yes, sometimes beauty is so overwhelming, and so pure, that even "the untrained eye" is forced to acknowledge it! Novalis, the german romantic poet, had a special plan of teaching all people how to 'train' their eye so that they might be able to see the hidden poetry and the spiritual truth of each thing...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />third anon, this Marillion song is simply wonderful, i can't have enough of it, and so perfect for this post!!! a thousand thank you...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cerasela, mă copleşeşti, cum numai tu o poţi face, un must de disperare, sângele tău nebun, unde găseşti atâta poezie pulsând în fiecare cuvânt?!!! da, Ofelia noastră este aici, unul dintre chipurile ei...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-54073836732519650832011-06-02T23:40:59.946+03:002011-06-02T23:40:59.946+03:00K'line, voila, tu as tout dit, moi-aussi je le...K'line, voila, tu as tout dit, moi-aussi je le pense :-)<br />je t'embrasse de tout coeur et je pense a toi toujours, meme quand tu es silencieuse pour longtemps... impossible d'oublier la petite fee :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Crina, wow ce surpriză, mulţumesc!!! :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Gabriel, sărumâna! :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Natalia, you echo my thoughts, my feelings here, and i also like the quote you shared, i think that somehow sensitive people everywhere feel the same, even if the Japanese, it is true, have a more acute sensitivity for such things...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-15166753569326650212011-06-02T23:37:24.300+03:002011-06-02T23:37:24.300+03:00Dan, how true this is.
anon, if only i knew t...Dan, how true this is.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />anon, if only i knew that...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />thank you Lola, so kind of you to come here, i am glad you found something to like.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />dear Madeleine, thank you for your rich comments full of emotions and deep thoughts, wow, the O'Keeffe parallel, i would have never thought of her here... though i have some tulip photos which i wanted to dedicate to her, now you made me remember them, maybe i will post them someday :-)<br />but you know, the sakura, the japanese cherries don't bear fruit, they live only for the ephemeral beauty of these flowers... that is a reason cherries are impossibly expensive in Japan, they are not native there :-)<br /><br />hugs and kisses, too...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-53177927687725669932011-06-02T16:35:06.261+03:002011-06-02T16:35:06.261+03:00J'ai passé un long moment en immersion dans te...J'ai passé un long moment en immersion dans tes images..:o)<br />Et mes mots, pétales éphémères se sont dissout dans l'eau...<br />Je t'embrasse tendrement..prend soin de toi..:o)clohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06272849585220218544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-18755931358157941392011-06-02T03:20:23.629+03:002011-06-02T03:20:23.629+03:00wow, breath-taking and terrifying, equally so! tha...wow, breath-taking and terrifying, equally so! that first picture is divine, the blossoms are like fairy lights. I thought death of The Death of Ophelia too.Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-27558910248277117142011-06-01T22:48:52.194+03:002011-06-01T22:48:52.194+03:00"The best and most beautiful things in the wo..."The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart." <br />Helen Keller,<br />US blind & deaf educator (1880 - 1968)Plum'https://www.blogger.com/profile/00782868815777642986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-17255222242319316292011-06-01T03:29:44.451+03:002011-06-01T03:29:44.451+03:00If you hadn't mentioned petals, I might have t...If you hadn't mentioned petals, I might have thought in terms of stars and floating in space. But the mention of petals and the watery swirl of hair made me flash on "The Death of Ophelia" by Millais. Such an arresting almost startling series of images! If this be madness, then let me be crazy...Stickup Artisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00028394186285973772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-13008385475638989602011-05-31T21:18:17.568+03:002011-05-31T21:18:17.568+03:00Now and again, through the prism of suspended drea...Now and again, through the prism of suspended dreams, the maiden, crined of bituminous coal, would attract speckles as, heapily, steadfastly, the breeze would direct them earthward.<br /><br /><br />Crined: Naturally, i was thinking about "Dans l'épaisseur de ta crinière lourde" from that Baudelaire poem.Prosperohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114988815558549577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-25881134521832522272011-05-31T14:03:37.822+03:002011-05-31T14:03:37.822+03:00i have too much work to do to be getting engaged i...i have too much work to do to be getting engaged in yet more thought provoking stuff! lol<br /><br />and james complicates it all even further by evoking the spirit of a maenad!swisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924594772578153947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-73139388875304590642011-05-30T22:43:18.138+03:002011-05-30T22:43:18.138+03:00oh, after the dreaming calm of the first two, this...oh, after the dreaming calm of the first two, this maenad!, this call into the promise and warning of such a wild dark!!<br /><br />and the poem: such a mingled power and wounding in the lifting of the face toward the other, in the kiss of petals on skin, felt still from so long, from so far....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-22186608212674225242011-05-30T20:36:01.251+03:002011-05-30T20:36:01.251+03:00ach, Prinzessin, eine Welt des Märchens, eine Welt...ach, Prinzessin, eine Welt des Märchens, eine Welt der hohen Sensibilität und Zerbrechlichkeit, eine Welt der Schönheit und der Zartheit. Auch, und hier sieht man es ja deutlich, auch der Mensch kann schön und zart sein wie der Wind, fliessend wie das Wasser, träumend und schwebend in einer anderen Welt...!<br />Ach, Prinzessin, ein wundervolles Werk!<br />Dir die liebsten Umarmungen und ein zartes Lächeln!<br />RenéeRenéenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-30085353526644681052011-05-30T18:33:01.027+03:002011-05-30T18:33:01.027+03:00oh,draga,ai reusit-as fi putut sa ma indoiesc vreo...oh,draga,ai reusit-as fi putut sa ma indoiesc vreo clipa?:)pe a treia nici nu mi-o aminteam,este exasperant cum pot trece adesea peste ceea ce ma frapeaza,apoi,cu deosebire.pentru ca am contemplat pe indelete,am trecut prin lupte interioare:),insa aceasta mi se aseaza ,totusi,perfect pe sufletul meu din acest moment.ma gandesc,evident,si la ofelia,si la nebunia aceea frumoasa,cautata atata,pe care ti-o injecteaza florile,Floarea,privirile si gesturile noastre:mai intai pudibonde,nestiutoare,apoi cu un must de disperare in ele,un lapte negru,cum ar spune poetul,in sfarsit ,apoi,ochiul deschis,avid,vederea,insa ramanand,pentru vesnicie,celalalt acoperit,garantand fiintarea,cunoasterea de necunoscut.sangele meu este nebun,intre aceste drumuri de lumina pe care petalele le starnesc in marea cea intunecataceraselaminoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-23762921586876115452011-05-30T13:20:21.737+03:002011-05-30T13:20:21.737+03:00"A wise man once said
A flower is only
A sexu..."A wise man once said<br />A flower is only<br />A sexual organ<br />Beauty is cruelty<br />And evolution<br />A wise man once said<br />that everything could be explained with mathematics<br />He had denied<br />His feminine side<br />Now where is the wisdom in that?<br /><br />I came just as fast as I could<br />Through the dirty air<br />Of your neighbourhood<br />Your name on a grain of rice<br />Hangin' around my neck<br />And a head like lead<br /><br />This is the 21st century<br />I heard everything they said<br />The Universe demystified<br />Chemicals for God<br />This is the 21st century<br />I heard everything they said<br /><br />A wise man once wrote<br />That love is only<br />An ancient instinct<br />For reproduction<br />Natural selection<br />A wise man once said<br />That everything could be explained<br />And it's all in the brain<br /><br />We lay on a velvet rug<br />by the open fire<br />She blew air on my eyelids<br />I cried "What's it all about?"<br />As she kissed my hair<br />She said "There, there.."..."<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf1MlhdGQZs&feature=shareAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-31799149132485420382011-05-30T12:31:00.951+03:002011-05-30T12:31:00.951+03:00actually it is not madness, it is the state of bli...actually it is not madness, it is the state of bliss, the drunkness of fullfillment of the spirit.<br /><br />in front of the waves of the dreams through flowery feelings, flows the unconsciousness of the world, revealed even to the untrained eye.<br /><br />springs of flowers in the sky!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13250989642782835643noreply@blogger.com