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"A picture is the expression of an impression.
If the beautiful were not in us,
how would we ever recognize it?"-Ernst Haas

that's really pretty

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Why do we suffer? Why does pain torment us day by day? Is there no other way to live, a way without constant tears?

like it.

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_{“God lives with the poor. God is in the slums and cardboard boxes where the poor play "house", where lives are shattered, where families suffer and die. And God is with us if we are with them.” - Bono}

In a circle neverending, spinning past my own awakening, it was faster and more dazzling and the wheel just kept on turning, and I pondered should I fall and my feet falter, should I grip and hold it better, should these dreams that no one fathoms carry me on wings of dawn. In a split of open eyes seeing them run to the door, hearing just a slamming sound and the breeze comes through my window. There's no note beside my bed and i don't know if they would ever, let alone soon come back and play, or torment me with their absence, with their presence as i lay... in my bed confused and startled by the light I'm yet to bare, to the day that starts to grip and embrace me with it's vivid touch, so material and so brittle it might hurt me at times. In a dream should i live, and for a dream is what I'd wait, for the night to come again... or is my dream just now and clear and around me as I feel, all the life and constant wonder that the sun might now reveal...

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Lassel

not enough for a fav

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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)

thank you, dear keep your head up

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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)

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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)

Stunning in every way.

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You're all that stands in your way.

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but i was there and I touched the dream, i held it in my palms, a wonder of heaven inside a deep breath, eternity in a moment, shuffled sounds of purring, mornings that came too quick, nights that ended too fast... i never knew i could reach the dream, i always said there was no such thing as a dream, with the stern face of the pessimist, who hopes that by showing indifference he can hide the childish, shameful face of hope... now i'm back on the same plastic horse, dizzy in the face of a planet that spins so fast when all is still, running on spot, yet yearning for more, to break in front to touch my dream, to own it, and be both it's master and slave...

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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)

Gorgeous work!

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Hello from Canada [link]