tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post4602232964606018605..comments2024-02-22T13:10:05.327+02:00Comments on the floating bridge of dreams: Roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-31123700374606498642009-11-11T01:50:30.907+02:002009-11-11T01:50:30.907+02:00Hello there!
Your work fills my eyes. which is...Hello there! <br /><br />Your work fills my eyes. which is the greatest compliment I can give. <br /><br />This picture expecially has a strangely remeniscent feeling of another photographer I greatly admire.Beth Niquettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12123973998090266918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-90743271953753172762009-10-26T22:18:55.970+02:002009-10-26T22:18:55.970+02:00swiss, i think i know what you mean, i can't u...swiss, i think i know what you mean, i can't understand either why i love this image so much, it must be related to that graphite softness you mention...<br /><br />those flower-books! :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-23453375940179072072009-10-26T11:53:24.475+02:002009-10-26T11:53:24.475+02:00of the last three this is the one i keep coming ba...of the last three this is the one i keep coming back to but i haven't quite formulated in my head quite why. it reminds me fo something but i don;t know what and i ahven't had the time to get all those flower books out again!<br /><br />there's a something, maybe the kind of graphite quality in the image that's like the softness of a drawing...swisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924594772578153947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-77799559625026654082009-10-25T10:54:20.297+02:002009-10-25T10:54:20.297+02:00Adelino, i don't know how to thank you for the...Adelino, i don't know how to thank you for these kind words... a little poem, so beautiful:<br /><br />“Quando, Lídia, vier o nosso outono<br />Com o inverno que há nele,<br />Preservemos Um pensamento, não para a futura<br />Primavera, que é de outrem,<br />Nem para o estio, de quem somos mortos,<br />Senão para o que fica do que passa —<br />O amarelo atual que as folhas vivem<br />E as torna diferentes"<br /><br />Ricardo ReisRoxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-53956952087957325402009-10-23T00:04:37.393+03:002009-10-23T00:04:37.393+03:00Ah que beleza simples...e o pequeno grão cinzento ...Ah que beleza simples...e o pequeno grão cinzento a criar o mistério e a vontade de tocar...<br />Belo, RoxanaAdelino Marqueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18420957467244269013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-86647877693721646482009-10-21T03:13:50.903+03:002009-10-21T03:13:50.903+03:00Than let me take you to the moon, four times, to s...Than let me take you to the moon, four times, to share happy bloom, throughout the night, in search of rhyme.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-19565839572188592862009-10-20T23:15:40.865+03:002009-10-20T23:15:40.865+03:00i knew you would have this sensation, Prospero. i ...i knew you would have this sensation, Prospero. i had it myself.<br />ah, that taste, melting on my tongue.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-52851337777178741442009-10-20T22:17:12.851+03:002009-10-20T22:17:12.851+03:00i had the strange sensation that i took this one.....i had the strange sensation that i took this one... <br />is this rapture possible?<br />or else, you've been tasting the forbidden fruits of my garden.Prosperohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114988815558549577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-10949242051270123172009-10-20T21:46:57.659+03:002009-10-20T21:46:57.659+03:00Vladimir, ce surpriza. multumesc din suflet!Vladimir, ce surpriza. multumesc din suflet!Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-5087074252413844522009-10-20T21:46:29.585+03:002009-10-20T21:46:29.585+03:00Peter, yes. still whispering through, how lovely y...Peter, yes. still whispering through, how lovely you put it!<br />thank you...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-18850430693290604492009-10-20T21:45:13.837+03:002009-10-20T21:45:13.837+03:00ah ffflaneur, "the stage of slightly expressi...ah ffflaneur, "the stage of slightly expressive speechlessnes" :-)<br />how i enjoy that!Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-72556985850481077932009-10-20T21:43:40.566+03:002009-10-20T21:43:40.566+03:00merci Jeff, de tout coeur... oui, apaisement et do...merci Jeff, de tout coeur... oui, apaisement et douceur, parfois (souvent) c'est tout ce dont je reve... mais puis l'exuberance des couleurs et de la lumiere revient, pareille a celle qui eblouit dans tes photos.<br /><br />grosses bises :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-49556126334781222092009-10-20T21:05:10.045+03:002009-10-20T21:05:10.045+03:00Robert, you whisper poems yet keep us away from th...Robert, you whisper poems yet keep us away from the knowledge of secrets :-)<br /><br />four petals remain, <br />each representing a moon. <br />it's upon this battle-ground of our life<br />that they shed their sadness.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-14783388808471074772009-10-20T20:53:31.818+03:002009-10-20T20:53:31.818+03:00thank you Sorlil, i am so glad to hear that :-)thank you Sorlil, i am so glad to hear that :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-31588353826916215312009-10-20T20:52:03.796+03:002009-10-20T20:52:03.796+03:00my dear S. -
you came out of your silver tainted ...my dear S. - <br />you came out of your silver tainted silence to embrace my frost flower... <br />i miss you.<br />when will you write again?<br /><br />meanwhile i am reading your salted poems and walking in the paper garden, again and again.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-15991951294069787392009-10-20T20:43:08.885+03:002009-10-20T20:43:08.885+03:00Michael -
not only the stars.
the night itself
on...Michael -<br /><br />not only the stars.<br />the night itself<br />only exists<br />in the glow of her skin.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-70105391966880029712009-10-20T20:17:04.534+03:002009-10-20T20:17:04.534+03:00Owen, the blue turtle has come across many wondrou...Owen, the blue turtle has come across many wondrous things in her journey, but indeed you are right, what could be more miraculous than the strength and frailty of a small white bloom?Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-37598017011474913432009-10-19T21:21:13.355+03:002009-10-19T21:21:13.355+03:00Cât de mult se poate ascunde în spatele unei simpl...Cât de mult se poate ascunde în spatele unei simple flori? Minunată compoziţie!Vladimir C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11139683333267810569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-87347267670479802322009-10-19T20:28:32.621+03:002009-10-19T20:28:32.621+03:00decapitated.. dried.. detached..
still keep whisp...decapitated.. dried.. detached.. <br />still keep whispering though..Peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00778920166777616160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-39236876434751281752009-10-19T13:17:04.578+03:002009-10-19T13:17:04.578+03:00well this photo did it, an "ah...." esc...well this photo did it, an <i>"ah...." </i> escaped from my lips.<br /><br />(which is the stage of slightly expressive speechlessnes)Ffflaneurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04697821220291240079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-19189230498097715432009-10-18T22:20:42.702+03:002009-10-18T22:20:42.702+03:00Les couleurs vives de cette tortue bleue demandaie...Les couleurs vives de cette tortue bleue demandaient un ton plus nuancé qui apaise cette "excitation" soudaine de la rétine...:-)<br /><br />Avec des fleurs... et quelques douces pensées !<br /><br />Bisesjeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14706496619691322297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-44268914301955315412009-10-18T16:29:09.166+03:002009-10-18T16:29:09.166+03:00Four petals remain
Each representing a letter
It ...Four petals remain <br />Each representing a letter<br />It can only be this<br />It's talking about:<br />_ _ _ _Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-1037148109542617612009-10-18T13:21:37.752+03:002009-10-18T13:21:37.752+03:00nothing more to say except I love thisnothing more to say except I love thisMarion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-36905129307441479582009-10-18T12:52:03.080+03:002009-10-18T12:52:03.080+03:00I adore this photograph. When I close my eyes, th...I adore this photograph. When I close my eyes, the world about me is devoid of color. I see only shades of black and white, all hints of silver.<br /><br />Pensum's words are brilliant, and especially beautiful, they marry well here, my love.S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08309774437346223062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-68249911066628228832009-10-18T04:09:17.307+03:002009-10-18T04:09:17.307+03:00having sketched
a graphite night
she put down her...having sketched<br />a graphite night <br />she put down her pencil<br />picked up an eraser<br />and summoned forth<br />a star as delicate<br />and white<br />as her skinpensumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08253154717997773018noreply@blogger.com