“Maturity is the moment one regains one’s innocence.” ― Marty Rubin
Mi-am petrecut weekend-ul de final de martie fotografiind din plin câteva crenguțe “sacrificate” dintr-un mic cais, salvate de mine și puse într-o vază… un traseu neașteptat,
bobocii minisculi li s-au deschis în flori de un roz pal superb!
I spent the end of March weekend taking quite a few photos of some small twigs ‘sacrificed” from an apricot tree when tweaking, saved by me and kept in a vase for a couple of days… quite a bit of a journey,
the tiny buds opened in a pale pink blossom splendor!
These are both phone photos and photos taken with my two Nikon cameras over the weekend, quite an array of macro attempts and so,
…sharing here to join Brian’s Last On The Card on bushboy’s world blog.
Well, in my case the challenge seems to actually be called.. Last photos on the cards, 😀
.. nevertheless, I hope you enjoy all the pretty pink late March buds and bloom!
“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at
a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from
tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.” ― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
Atunci când sideful unei clipe
strălucește palid
pe-o rază-atingere
coborâtă din zi,
fir de stea de departe m-ajunge,
Mă întreabă ca-n vis
despre culori și amurguri,
despre nori
despre îngeri și tine,
Mă îndeamnă să zbor iarăși
a gând și cuvânt de senin
și aproape
a petale de cer…
Să aflu cărări, învieri,
adieri de care uitasem,
mă îndepărtasem…
Să le respir lumina,
rădăcina, tulpina
strecurându-li-se firav,
luminându-mi a cale,
a magic și soare,
Prin murmur de umbră
din inima mea
When the shimmer of a moment
flickers so pale
on the touch of a sun ray,
a star’s trail crosses my way,
It asks me as if from a dream
about colors and sunsets,
about clouds,
about angels and you,
It urges me to fly again
on wings and words from the blue
and the closeness,
from petals of sky
To tread on pathways and alleys,
breezes almost forgotten,
that I thought gone astray…
To breathe in their brightness,
roots and stems, their likeness
easing up in pure lightness,
lighting up all my steps
of magic and sun,
A shadow’s murmur
from deep in my heart
“Sometimes, language is the sound of longing.” ― Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People in Love
“Who knows if [maybe] destiny is just how you tell yourself the story of your life?” ― Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun
Căutarea-și pierde unduirea și urma,
iar cărarea-i doar un simplu popas,
În umblarea senină dinspre gânduri apuse
nu e loc nici de-un scurt
bun rămas
Lumina năvălește șuvoi prin ferestre
îmbrăcând povestea în cer,
Candoarea pulsează ca o răspântie
coborâtă senin
din eter
Azi din nou se îmbracă în mâine cuminte,
cum ieri s-a topit întru azi,
Clipele-n ploaie se aștern amintire
ca eterul sclipind
peste brazi
The journey is losing its winding and trail, and the pathway is both right and wrong, On the bright blue adventure and its forsaken musings there is not even time for so long
The light pours in through the wide open windows dressing the tale in skies, The candor is pulsing like at a crossroads that has just descended from highs
Todays swiftly turns into tomorrows, like yesterdays into todays, Raindroplike moments… a mantle of memories, soft ether over glistening trees
“My favourite conversations are those with the universe, I speak all that I am and the most beautiful response flies a shooting star across the sky, it’s proof ~ vibrations of light have the capacity to change our world.”
― Nikki Rowe
Moon’s glow… the night’s sweet riddle
magically murmurs in the skies,
its shine conjuring hazy yesterdays,
its whispers foretelling
tomorrow’s sighs
Lumina lunii… blând susur în noapte murmură a magic pe cer, strălucirea ei rotește neguri de ieri, șoaptele-i îmbracă mâine în mister
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Sun’s light… bright morning’s smile
embracing my early light-headed time,
clouds drifting like thoughts on tiptoes
start writing a fresh
day’s rhyme
Raze roz de soare… zâmbet al dimineții purtându-mi moale pașii-a limpezire, nori ușori ca gândurile-mi pe vârfuri începând să-nșire a zilei prospețime
Lună și cer cu inspirație din provocările foto de mai jos,
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