tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post2561930209740573014..comments2023-07-01T11:52:35.703+03:00Comments on my windows: ode to a modern urn (3)Roxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-71565163388324754852014-06-07T00:31:35.445+03:002014-06-07T00:31:35.445+03:00i wouldn't have thought of it from this angle,...i wouldn't have thought of it from this angle, but now i see why it might sadden us...<br /><br />:-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-14944171362028509412014-06-07T00:31:08.135+03:002014-06-07T00:31:08.135+03:00hehe, i fixed that :-)hehe, i fixed that :-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-55481570162657293692014-06-06T01:56:27.969+03:002014-06-06T01:56:27.969+03:00Lovely play of light and patterns. And a paradox :...Lovely play of light and patterns. And a paradox : an empty <i>modern urn</i> among this lushness of tender flowery prints. <br />It saddens me a bit. Perhaps for no reason. <br />bluestormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15393432589753557993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-85164620311494444282014-06-05T16:08:54.882+03:002014-06-05T16:08:54.882+03:00Is the "Sorry. This person moved or deleted t...Is the "Sorry. This person moved or deleted this image" a Marcel Duchamp like objet de curiosité, forcing the viewer to consider what is and isn't art? Or is it just a housekeeping notification from Photobucket? Prosperohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114988815558549577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-88401933069017131672014-06-04T18:30:07.427+03:002014-06-04T18:30:07.427+03:00ce firesc s-au suprapus aceste universuri acolo,so...ce firesc s-au suprapus aceste universuri acolo,somptuosul, sau poate toamna, langa acea contemplatie in alb, abia ivita pe lume. asa dor sa ma afund in acea canapea moale,si frunzele sa curga peste mine ca paginile unei carti pe care as intrerupe-o din cand in cand, pentru ca niciodata nu ma hotarasc: fictiunea sau viata e mai puternica?...<br />nu imi pot pune insa mult timp intrebari,in mijlocul acestei linisti, care apare treptat, confundandu-se, cel putin pentru mine,cu o dulce somnolenta :)Miriamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01601854700485778610noreply@blogger.com