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The last one is steeped in its own mystic! A painter could put their own touch in it and I think it would be superb! sam
posted by
sam444
on August 29, 2009 at 4:55 PM
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Very interesting! Those tiles are beautiful. The St. Jacob's shells are our scallops, of course...
posted by
Nautikos
on August 29, 2009 at 4:42 PM
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Thanks a lot for the tip meine Liebe! I'll have a look but unfootunately, with Uni starting next week, I'm afraid I won't have enough time to finish a book by then. Viel Glück to you, though! I think that you and sinome should get together to make a book: you supply the pics, sinome writes the poems! what'd'ya think?
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auslander
on August 29, 2009 at 10:08 AM
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Beautiful pictures, Vogue (and beautiful poem too, Simone.). If you don't win the Gecko prize, I'm sure you will do very well at it. Your posts and pictures are always so interesting!! Good luck with it!
posted by
adnohr
on August 29, 2009 at 2:15 AM
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Once again interesting information and wonderful photos. Thank you for the link to Gecko - not a possibility this year; however no doubt there will be future offers. Good luck! I hope you win first prize. Thanks for your visit.
posted by
elinjo
on August 28, 2009 at 11:02 PM
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Sinome, my great poet, I can´t belive you can write a poem like this just at the drop of a hat, or rather a glimpse at a picture. What talent!! Thanks so much.
posted by
vogue
on August 28, 2009 at 10:09 PM
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yes that is a unique view
posted by
Lanetay
on August 28, 2009 at 9:52 PM
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Wow I loved that picture of the lonely castle next to the mighty tree...I am no paintor but... this is how I felt it:
Overlooking a green valley
stood a small but fierce castle,
tall, strong, but oh so lonely,
empty and aching for those who built it
and needing repairs quite badly,
its graying stones proudly defied
the merciless passage of time.
Though alone, it did not cry,
as Ivy slowly its walls climbed,
for castles are made of stone
and never, never, sigh or moan.
For many centuries it stood alone
bathed in Galicia's bright sun
until by the grace of G-d
right next to where he had stood
a little seed into a big tree grew.
Now they both enjoy the view
of the fertile valley down below
together the old and the new
standing fast to the winds that blow.
Wonderful post my friend I tell you you should go into photography... Your eye for finding subjects is amazing xoxo
posted by
Sinome
on August 28, 2009 at 9:11 PM
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