Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Thinker and Luisa are back, one year later, with the blog Quoted
Images, Imaged Quotes. Very much look forward to seeing you around and reading your comments and suggestions.
Thinker and Luisa, November 2010
Images, Imaged Quotes. Very much look forward to seeing you around and reading your comments and suggestions.
Thinker and Luisa, November 2010
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February
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- The city of cats
- Someone we can always blame for everything
- The first kiss
- Sorrow
- Places
- Desire to fall
- Watching my life.
- Love, a concept within concepts.
- A difficult decision.
- my smiles, my stories, all over my body.
- The shadows fall behind you
- Co-existing worlds or the balance.
- Between today and tomorrow.
- My private cutout of the sky
- From a poem
- Waiting
- Listen
- Not even a snowflake
- Flying
- If I had only known...
- A well-tied tie. A choice.
- Fresh, clean, joy.
- Conquering.
- Always and never the same.
- A good deed in a naughty world.
- Ritual to sleep.
- Buildings and People.
- Exhausted
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2 comments:
that's so true and so often... sadness can be re´garded as coldness and it's just NOT it... another great match, you always surprise me Thinker :)
Thanks Luisa, glad you like it. It's easy to find a good match when the photos are great:)
These two portraits are amazing, faces that speak even when silent. We have our sorrow written on our faces like a scar, even when we try to hide it behind our social masks and trained smiles.
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