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Like this... like this... like this...

I don’t know how to start this... these are my fotos… what I like to do… the way I see the world… what is around me… what fascinates me… what make me feel sad… what catches my eye… my “inside” reflected “outside”… me...

Ábrete Sésamo

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VEINS

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WHERE IS THE BUILDER?

I was walking in a park, looking up to the leaves of the tree when I discovered this net... I wondered where was the builder of that net? was the sun or a spider?

SHADOWS

I don't feel alone... my shadow follows me wherever I go

SEARS TOWER (by an ant)

Is like this how ants see the Sears Tower at Chicago? ... I am an ant there looking at the skycrapers... I love them.

Chicago...

At the lake shore...

There, in the lake shore, an army of gulls, deep deep into their thoughts seemed to be soldiers guarding the movement of the water... or making the salutation to the King-Sun

...getting closer to the gulls soldiers... (scared of me? or just they don't like fotos?)

following them... they don't want me there... I'm foreigner... ok okkkkkkk GO AWAY!

Largësí...

the farthest...

Vertical view of Chicago

from my feet to the sky....

Drawing Gifts

I received a letter from my sister... with this gift... a bracelet from Greece Thank you Carmen! I miss you!

I'm drawing the walls of my room... with lights, shadows, thoughts, remains... in a lot of colours, colours of my feelings... that's my signature...
and my hands? full of wounds...

Luxurious Wounds

Wounds in my hand.

Luxurious Wounds

Wounds in my hands.

Faith

A friend of mines wears this "rosary" in his neck... and I asked to him: this is your faith? He said: No, this is my mother. ...

The Waters Were Illusion

I used to have fiery intensity,
and a flowing sweetness.

The waters were illusion.
The flames, made of snow.

Was I dreaming then?
Am I awake now?

Rumy

girls you are making me to start to take some lessons how to make photos. touching photos and meaningful explanations

faleminderit

If you looked at my hands...

If you looked at my hand and took it... you could read things like this, you already know that I easily blush and the direct connection “my heart-your hand” takes charge of to tattoo on my skin what my lips tremble when talking to you. You will have to pay more attention next time.

“ the prettiest of the words is the silence between them”


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Si me miraras a la mano mientras me la coges...podr�_as leer cosas como ésta, ya sabes que me sonrojo facilmente y mi conexión directa corazón-tu mano se encarga de tatuar en mi piel lo que mis labios tiemblan al decirte. Tendrás que fijarte más la próxima vez.

"Lo bonito de las palabras es el silencio entre ellas"

pershendetje wydra!

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha wydra
hi darke, I like photomanipulation too! Btw, nice work with your photos

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The photographer

If you look at well, you will find the photographer in the photo

The colour of autum

Never have I seen an autum so colourfull likes this one... in Chicago...

My heart is red

My heart is red, like my lips, like my nights with you...

Dysh

always coming back to the lake... always two in one... just faith... i have faith

Faith is to be sure of things we hope for. Faith is to be sure of things not seen. (Heb. 11:1)

I found the photographer!

nice work, I like the simplicity. Especially the "my heart is red", I like the colors (well, the red )

Gracias!

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Po citoj ato që tha Insomnus
Darke... May i ?

Like this ...

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Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha wydra
I found the photographer!

nice work, I like the simplicity. Especially the "my heart is red", I like the colors (well, the red )

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te lutem darke
Just a thought, do you know deviantart? Maybe you could post your pictures there (if you havent), it's a really big community of artists

wonderful photos hope are those that u promised to take the other day?

I will soon make some mine because I see the same details in the nature mi querida . and let me guess ur feet is there ?

I hope I have talent in taking pictures. you are motivating me a lot

Do you...?

Do you see what I see?




PS: - the cat asked to the book -

Both of us

No - said the book - , but both of us are in the same window.

Pershendetje!

Duart lart!!!

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha analistja
you are motivating me a lot

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happyyyyyyy to hear that!

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Po citoj ato që tha lorie
jona ,same here.i used to take pics once in the blue moon;now thnx to the vampire, more often.

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Four in the desert

FOUR IN THE DESERT: The curves in the sand dunes of the desert

Several days I wandered without finding water, or a single enormous day multiplied by the sun, for the thirst and for the thirst's fear. I left the route to my horse's will. In the dawn, the distance was bristled of pyramids and towers. Unbearably I dreamt of a scanty and clear labyrinth: in the center there was a pitcher; my hands almost played it, my eyes saw it, but so intricate and perplexed were the curves that I knew that I will die before reaching it.
Are those curves the sand dunes of the desert?

I look for you...

I look for you in every one of my dens. ku je ti?

You got to convince my vagina...

You need to work with the vagina, introduce it to things, prepare the way. That’s what foreplay’s all about. You got to convince my vagina, seduce my vagina, engage my vagina’s trust.

The vagina monologues by Eve Ensler

Darke,silence speaks apparently I'll break the silence of the last pictures :p They're fantastic!I've heard a lot about "the vagina monologues" but I've never seen it,although I'd like to.
Give me ur first impressions of that piece of theatre...I've also heard about "the pennis monologues",have u seen that play too?

AhnI like the cat above,I think it's lovely

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha amor alucius
Darke,silence speaks apparently

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Oh I like cats too and the kittens also (even more) but don't say it to anybody becouse someone may think that I am too soft

The Knowing Eye

Once upon a time, so the story goes, a prophet ran through the streets screaming, "We are doomed! In twenty-four hours our city will be flooded." Some people forgave their enemies, kissed their loved ones goodbye, and prepared to die. But others huddled together with a different idea. "Well," someone said optimistically, "We've got twenty-four hours to learn how to live under water!".

is it clear what this story suggest?. Hmmmmm some explanations or maybe the answer is a question: How we respond to what we look (and life in general)? It depends on what's inside our heads and hearts, as well as what's outside. After some black & white days, here it's a look with colour; I've called it "The knowing Eye". The model is me.

If you close your eyes, what do you visualize? Now, darke close that eye.... and see what you want to see...

i close my eyes

what i see is a dove flying in the sky.
"..and the bird is flying away from its nest..."i heard M. repeat the same sentence again, surprisingly.

what i feel is a freedom that i want to enjoy.

(pic at the lake shore, you'll take the others soon by mail)

I close my eyes too... - for you Lorie -

what I see is a double city walked by two girls...

what I feel is a friendship that I won't forget.

Once upon a time a writer said: "The process of writing is like a tiger claw. When the writer write down his story the claw is open and ready to act. It is almost reaching the hunted animal. But reaches it only when the reader read the story".

I closed my eye. What do you see?

oh, I love this one darke, it is also yours, I suppouse?

wydra: Yes, I took this photo just three days ago. It is in Milennium Park (Chicago).

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha Aljohin

I closed my eye. What do you see?

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Valdrada

Gli antichi costruirono Valdrada sulle rive di un lago con case tutte verande una sopra l'altra e vie alte che affacciano sull'acqua i parapetti a balaustra. Così il viaggiatore vede arrivando due citt�_: una diritta sopra il lago e una riflessa capovolta. Non esiste o avviene cosa nell'una Valdrada che l'altra Valdrada non ripeta, perché la citt�_ fu costruita in modo che ogni suo punto fosse riflesso dal suo specchio, e la Valdrada giù nell'acqua contiene non solo tutte le scanalature e gli sbalzi delle facciate che s'elevano sopra il lago ma anche l'interno delle stanze con i soffitti e i pavimenti, la prospettiva dei corridoi, gli specchi degli armadi.

Gli abitanti di Valdrada sanno che tutti i loro atti sono insieme quell'atto e la sua immagine speculare, cui appartiene la speciale dignit�_ delle immagini, e questa loro coscienza vieta di abbandonarsi per un solo istante al caso e all'oblio. Anche quando gli amanti danno volta ai corpi nudi pelle contro pelle cercando come mettersi per prendere l'uno dall'altro più piacere, anche quando gli assassini spingono il coltello nelle vene nere del collo e più sangue grumoso trabocca più affondano la lama che scivola tra i tendini, non è tanto il loro accoppiarsi o trucidarsi che importa quanto l'accoppiarsi o trucidarsi delle loro immagini limpide e fredde nello specchio.
Lo specchio ora accresce il valore alle cose, ora lo nega. Non tutto quel che sembra valere sopra lo specchio resiste se specchiato. Le due citt�_ gemelle non sono uguali, perché nulla di ciò che esiste o avviene a Valdrada è simmetrico: a ogni viso e gesto rispondono dallo specchio un viso o gesto inverso punto per punto. Le due Valdrade vivono l'una per l'altra, guardandosi negli occhi di continuo, ma non si amano.

Valdrada II

Valdrada III

cloudy days in Chicago... still amazing...

Valdrada IV

everything is relative, time as well, even the distance. I can deny everything. No truths to be revealed.