Stop Haunt Me Everyday
I have been meaning to post this for a couple weeks now, but somehow failed to do so until now. Here is the work of artist Tony Ariawan from his Stop Haunt Me Everyday collection.
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Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie
I really like this song. The video makes it all the better.
though fearful
though fearful of the casual eyes and harsh
judgemental attitudes, alive more now
than oft before, my soul breathes deep. just as
untimely circumstance presents truly
a troubled thing, i keep in faith that time
will bring the resolute confirmation.
noble ways are all that remain, betwixt
many sharp words and stolen glances. a
hope so great creates tension, at least that
i can confirm. weathering the trials
will likely be the most difficult of
things i ever attempted, but when i
am eagerly pursuing it all, the
beauty calls and will be coy no longer.
La Vie en Rose – Pomplamoose
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens,
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,
Voilà le portrait sans retouche
De l’homme auquel j’appartiens…
Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Qu’il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose;
Il me dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça m’ fait quelque chose.
Il est entré dans mon coeur,
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause,
C’est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie;
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vie;
Et dès que je l’aperçois,
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat.
Des nuits d’amour à plus finir,
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place,
Les ennuis, les chagrins trépassent…
Heureux, heureux à en mourir!
kindle.
spark. battle. freeze.
finally a gain.
the restless_ness now ceased
thoroughly overwhelmed
, but moving through and forward./
slowly. calm. enchanted.
trouble/scrap e.
kindle. caught. dream.
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i will often try to post the work of artists i like.
the following is the work of photographer bruno dayan. click for larger images.//
had not she first gazed deep
had not she first gazed deep, azure brimming
laughter, contentment so sublime, into
those curiously naive eyes, maybe
the last of many years would have been void,
as those of the all to bleak past. of late,
those eyes, those gorgeous flames, engulfed every
waking moment, as it did of the vast
eternity of slumbers reveries,
intensifyingly haunting in a
perfect mode. stale air cramped the room, became
thick, leaden as she passed. breathing, walking,
all things simple complexed in the presence
of this royalty, perfection rich. time
accumulated, things deepened. growing.
still the fixed gaze on that glorious day
lingered. latent content in that blank stare
of angels eyes had soon to tear into
surreal, reality then thereafter,
ever so gently pushing limits. array
of noble things, choses de mal, within
such brief a confine of time, had passed in
supreme eloquency though those fair spheres
direct to an inadequately equipped soul.
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am ong the
j ackals,, t he wolves of
those that hunt in gen eral
forfeiting most. . al most
al lof those th ngs
foreign false , ye t fast an
d past wispers different
mysteries s eem t o
hold ac countable.
piercing those fierce
magical sphe res for with
out
meanness
facad es fade
catch my
me lody
_feb 2005../