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lustik:

Waiting for Memories (Selfportrait) - Till Könneker

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victoralejo:


Has de ser como una roca en la que se estrellan todas la olas. Ella está firme y el oleaje se amansa en su derredor.

Marco Aurelio (el Sabio), emperador de Roma.

victoralejo:

Has de ser como una roca en la que se estrellan todas la olas. Ella está firme y el oleaje se amansa en su derredor.

Marco Aurelio (el Sabio), emperador de Roma.

Posted 1 year ago

Line Handler (by howardignatius)

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Vienna-Billy Joel  (by Mel Gallagr)

Posted 1 year ago

farewell-kingdom:

Carla AndradePaths To Land (35mm Film Photography, 2011-2012)

“The road shows what is going to be, or what hasn’t still become. It’s a mystery in itself. Like this, path as humans fundamental “ignorance” has a deep symbolic meaning, we all seek to know and also to dream about what isn’t known. Another key idea is the road as a “means” for men to go through the nature. Way of domination of landscape, piercing and cutting it. Men, as a microcosm, need to create artificial pathways to allow them to move through the natural world. Faced with a powerful nature, the human being needs a shelter; they need the artificial to catch the natural.” - Carla Andrade

Posted 1 year ago

On Pain

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.

Khalil Gibran
Posted 1 year ago

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