Black out the sun- Darren Hayes

still now, a few days later, things seem blurry and down...it is as if the lights and colours have lost their power on my eyes, my heart trying to harden in an attempt to heal itself.... And yet, despite being down, I know I cannot give up on love, of any kind and in any circumstances. No matter how hurt I might be, how down and blue I might get, the chords of my heart will vibrate on the same tune over and over endlessly...high and low tones, violins and drums, piano keys being gently touched by invisible fingers...

Human statues

nature closer

Apuseni

The pictures below were taken by a good friend of mine who, I must confess is becoming better and better at it....you can see for yourself:

Le festival Interceltique a Lorient: 5-14 Aout 2011

Tri Yann


Tri Yann - Franzozig de benporkofer

Bagad de Lann Bihoue

details

La tombee du soir a Timisoara

timisoara_ black and white

Timisoara at night

Breizh

desert

It was normal times in a barely normal world, and people were as normal as they could be in those circumstances... And she was just another girl with her own dreams and aspirations, with her own longing and unrequited feelings. And yet she didn't dream of daring and didn't dare to dream about too "fancy" things... All she ever wanted was for someone to hold her hand, to hug her from time to time, and yet, in spite of the simplicity of her desires, there was no one there to do that for her. And in spite of the obvious of her situation somehow, she kept dreaming and hoping that maybe some day her continuous attempts to share her affection and to give would bloom into something worthwhile all this waiting.

But then there come the days when desert finds shelter in her soul, a consuming burning desert that bares and leaves behind nothing but wilderness and seclusion. And those days are harder to cope with each time, the dryness seems harsher and more life-taking than that before... And yet, she humbly hopes to get that simple touch when 2 people are holding hands, that maybe sometimes someone would care enough for her to reach out his hand for her... maybe sometimes...

the rained face of the city

costumes