Tuesday, 23 April 2013

curtain moods (4)








series by Cristina and me


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13 comments:

  1. se gandeste ea la plecare,la calatorii,dupa fiecare,se spune,suntem altii...?
    cred ca nicio lume reala nu poate concura cu lumea din spatele genelor ei,a invaluirilor si gesturilor pline de val-acolo,atat de bogat totul,cum se invarteste totul si se inchide in soapte gata-gata sa fie rostite

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    1. eu nu ştiu nimic despre aceasta imagine, îm afară de cuvintele tale, acum :-)

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  2. I'm loving all of these window tales, peeking through them into your exotic world :)

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    1. thank you Marion, i am so glad to hear that :-)

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  3. indeed, it is all so marvelous all these curtains and windows!

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    1. oh, overwhelmed by such praise, m! :-)

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  4. When we’re apart I imagine us in Japan,
    two hundred years ago, behind a screen,
    or watching the snow
    from the yawn of a paper room,
    the lovers in some shunga
    by Harunobu.
    It’s that formality we sometimes need
    to feed desire:
    intimate, yet giving in to light
    and shadow,
    allowing the other space to be intact
    and seen, like the single pine
    in a yard of gravel,
    revealed by the tug of the grain
    and this curtain of snow.

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    1. wow, anon, this is so beautiful, who wrote it??? i like this so much that i would like to see it posted on the Bridge!!!

      thank you!!!

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    2. I wrote it.
      Okay, okay..I mean I copied it from John Burnside.

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  5. ah, aceste imagini si toata frumusetea lor...

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