Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Maxwell Bodenheim
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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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- chewing gum for the eyes.
- Love
- Paint the color of the wind.
- Eternity.
- Cathedral space
- The light of morning
- The charm of pedestrianism
- All that I have seen
- The only animal that blushes
- Strange, pleasant process called thinking
- A sister
- Space
- Common objects
- Even sleepers
- He is sidewalk-happy.
- the skyscrapers’ battle
- nothing but feeling.
- The choice of a book.
- The true season of love
- Happiness
- The stairs
- Between walls of brick
- Paint your pleasure
- The shade
- Wasted hours
- The first thing in the morning
- Love match
- Red and green
- This strange disease
- Problems solved
- How strawberries taste
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2 comments:
You have so many beautiful photos of the sea. Is this Portugal too?
thanks Thinker :) no, this is in Bexhil on sea, south England :)
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