As you can see, now the world is sad, dark, dirty and lacking any hope. Welcome to the reality.
To complete the mood, let me share a poem written by one famous Romanian artist:
Lacustine
by George Bacovia
So many nights I've heard the rain,
Have heard matter weeping ...
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings.
As though I slept on wet boards,
A wave will slap me in the back -
I start from sleep, and it seems
I haven't drawn the bridge from the bank.
A void of history extends,
I find myself in the same times ...
And sense how through so much rain
The heavy timber stilts are tumbling.
So many nights I've heard the rain,
Always starting, always waiting ...
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings ...
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I don't know what you see in this photos, but the only I can see is beauty.
ReplyDeletethank you for doing this, what I can see in your pictures is a nature beyond the trash, chaos and overpopulation where I live.
I hope to do my part as well :)
care to explain abut the beauty?
ReplyDeletei see death, i see darkness, i see failure, i see no hope:
- nature is dying, the leaves are falling down;
- the sky is dark and closed for over one week already;
- life is going to an end, we are reaching the mighty winter;
- is raining for days, there is nothing better to come, only cold, more rain and eventually snow.
Găsesc pozele pline de viață:
ReplyDelete-mult verde pentru perioada asta și orașul ăsta,
-garajele hîde prind un pic de viață de la graffiti (cam slabe, îs niște semnături sau ceva, nu desene cum ar trebuie),
-mașini neruginite, semn de activitate a unor vietăți
Găsesc deprimant doar trotuarul nenorocit și ocupat de mașini.
Frumusețea e în ochii privitorului.
si eu ma straduisem sa fie culori cit mai reci si deprimante...
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