tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post6835086540648377559..comments2024-02-22T13:10:05.327+02:00Comments on the floating bridge of dreams: early spring in the woodsRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-14083167804058670272009-05-15T21:41:00.000+03:002009-05-15T21:41:00.000+03:00Excellent series!Excellent series!rajlihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14212448358961378758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-85772637758545267142009-05-03T19:07:00.000+03:002009-05-03T19:07:00.000+03:00what beautiful words you always find for me, fffla...what beautiful words you always find for me, ffflaneur: hesitant & vulnerable, yet so undaunted - my little tree... i wish i had your talent - especially for post titles, you cannot imagine how huge my envy is in this respect :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-80435731837783976262009-05-01T14:52:00.000+03:002009-05-01T14:52:00.000+03:00how endearingly hesitant & vulnerable, yet so ...how endearingly hesitant & vulnerable, yet so undaunted, this sprightly tree seems .... and yes, white is a spring colour tooFfflaneurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04697821220291240079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-10886681355143891062009-04-28T18:43:00.000+03:002009-04-28T18:43:00.000+03:00zuma, what a pleasure, as always, i have missed yo...zuma, what a pleasure, as always, i have missed your... if i say 'sensitivity' you will not be pleased that i neglect your wit, if is say 'wit' then what about the rest - so maybe let's settle for the very banal: i have missed your words :-)<br /><br />yes, this is Romania, 20 minutes drive from Craiova.Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-84951364394377900762009-04-28T18:41:00.000+03:002009-04-28T18:41:00.000+03:00Sorlil, thank you :-) 'dream-like' is indeed how i...Sorlil, thank you :-) 'dream-like' is indeed how i felt during that walk...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-71246811224077042062009-04-28T18:40:00.000+03:002009-04-28T18:40:00.000+03:00Michael, i wonder about the magic forest, now i im...Michael, i wonder about the magic forest, now i imagine that the spring has arrived there as well...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-11502027612457036322009-04-28T18:39:00.000+03:002009-04-28T18:39:00.000+03:00Peter, such a beautiful description of spring wood...Peter, such a beautiful description of spring woods - do you have any pictures?Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-755958077112747852009-04-28T12:27:00.000+03:002009-04-28T12:27:00.000+03:00these woods look old and venerable, (though nodoub...these woods look old and venerable, (though nodoubt constantly revived by the freshinfusions of each sring - like good traditions). Also 'lovely dark and deep' as the poem goes. Is this in romania?Shuddhohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11226187730166058315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-62049692128519057762009-04-27T11:20:00.000+03:002009-04-27T11:20:00.000+03:00beautiful colour, very dream-like.beautiful colour, very dream-like.Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-67269597246976634132009-04-26T06:29:00.000+03:002009-04-26T06:29:00.000+03:00ah... such a welcome respite while caught here in ...ah... such a welcome respite while caught here in the concrete jungle known as "manhattan"...pensumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08253154717997773018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-83822173055788451412009-04-26T03:50:00.000+03:002009-04-26T03:50:00.000+03:00I used to breathe in deep the scent of green life ...I used to breathe in deep the scent of green life when I entered into forest in spring time.. particulary after rain, I could enjoy the whispering orchistra of the sprouts coming, early flowers, dropping sounds of rain and the steaming soil.. fresh and glorious.. :-)Peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00778920166777616160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-80400072434273435822009-04-25T22:19:00.000+03:002009-04-25T22:19:00.000+03:00Mrs. Slug!!! :-)
how happy i am to meet you in m...Mrs. Slug!!! :-) <br /><br />how happy i am to meet you in my woods!!! yes, the cup of tea was delicious, thank you... now i am afraid i can't offer you anything except a few sunflower seeds lost in my pockets, will they do? but if you tell me that you are happy with that small leaf and the fragrance and the fresh light in the air, then i won't worry about that any more, just join you for a little slide-walk :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-33004266822004808042009-04-25T22:07:00.000+03:002009-04-25T22:07:00.000+03:00Below the trees, under the peat and logs I slide q...Below the trees, under the peat and logs I slide quietly. The fragrant smell of blossoms tell me that the sunshine will bring abundance and happiness, I shall nibble on this leaf until I am satsfied.<br /><br />Thank you for the thoughtful pictures, and your visit to Slug's Rest, it was an enjoyable cup of tea we had together, yes?<br />Amore from your friend and poetry lover, Mrs. Slugbabblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15485788524901242655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-31089244821075359392009-04-25T21:30:00.000+03:002009-04-25T21:30:00.000+03:00oh, Manu, how can i thank you for these words? no,...oh, Manu, how can i thank you for these words? no, much more, for your gaze who can see through all those layers... <br /><br />it is a heavy and dark rain here right now, half an hour after an earthquake... but my smile is blooming like the little tree, thanks to you...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-72553452658921557872009-04-25T21:26:00.000+03:002009-04-25T21:26:00.000+03:00The little tree valiantly blooming under a dark ca...The little tree valiantly blooming under a dark canopy of gnarled wood - it feels like Hope.<br /><br />I know you've said before that there's more darkness and despair in your work/blog, but I always feel in your posts - and comments - that there's yet another layer beyond that, of brightness and belief in something good. Like the little tree.Manuelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14683398966448238779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-2517799845017732412009-04-25T20:38:00.000+03:002009-04-25T20:38:00.000+03:00da :-) si mie mi se pare ca totul trece prea reped...da :-) si mie mi se pare ca totul trece prea repede, doua zile daca am intarziat sa ies cu aparatul si nu am mai gasit din florile pe care le ochisem inainte... pai asta e cel mai tare lucru, sa umbli tot timul cu gura cascata ca un bebe :-) imi pare rau de oamenii care au uitat asta, si din pacate sunt asa de multi.<br /><br />dar! nu e padurea asta la fel de frumoasa ca a ta - ma rog, ea e, dar nu in imaginile mele - nu mi-a iesit lumina aia de vis din ale tale, se pare ca este marca 'edith' :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006918362371724227.post-42975089565462034572009-04-25T17:49:00.000+03:002009-04-25T17:49:00.000+03:00Ultima e asa frumoasa,imi place contrstul dintre c...Ultima e asa frumoasa,imi place contrstul dintre copacii negrii si florile albe..<br /><br />E atat de frumoasa primavara si plimbarile prin padure,chiar acum am venit si eu,dar am fost numai sa privesc.Atat de repede se schimba totul,florile aproape ca au trecut si frunzele sunt asa proaspete de-un verde crud...uneori ma simt de <br />parca tocmai m-am nascut si umblu cu gura cascata:))))edithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03438541622310776266noreply@blogger.com