tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post3960495136157491584..comments2023-07-01T11:52:35.703+03:00Comments on my windows: like red openings of the soul, all closed and sealedRoxanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-722682862101695862014-02-22T14:26:46.683+02:002014-02-22T14:26:46.683+02:00this line is absolutely perfect as companion to th...this line is absolutely perfect as companion to these images, i wish i have thought of it myself (though i was too busy barring those gateways, i think :-).Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-47683491203029620272014-02-22T14:25:30.412+02:002014-02-22T14:25:30.412+02:00yes, you may be right there. though if the bridge ...yes, you may be right there. though if the bridge were truly floating, one could never raise it completely, could one?Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-76561404802174719672014-02-22T14:24:31.919+02:002014-02-22T14:24:31.919+02:00oh no, they are not bricked :-)
smiling toooh no, they are not bricked :-)<br /><br />smiling tooRoxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-4367036226520993542014-02-22T14:24:12.576+02:002014-02-22T14:24:12.576+02:00:-) ai fost atrasa de acealsi lucru ca James, pe m...:-) ai fost atrasa de acealsi lucru ca James, pe mine doar inchiderea ma frapase. ce mult spun aceste mici observatii despre starea noastra de spirit...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-14282340721750621862014-02-22T14:23:23.302+02:002014-02-22T14:23:23.302+02:00such a delight, to imagine the endless stories beh...such a delight, to imagine the endless stories behind those curtains...<br /><br /><br />:-)Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14744287536426329556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-51209342571314042732014-02-18T20:24:35.489+02:002014-02-18T20:24:35.489+02:00The wound is the gateway to the soul.The wound is the gateway to the soul.Prosperohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114988815558549577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-87765518110978097332014-02-18T12:55:27.888+02:002014-02-18T12:55:27.888+02:00I read this as a great desire not to speak or to s...I read this as a great desire not to speak or to say anything. As if the drawbridge was being raised...billoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10716970909272480118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-31821622068961940342014-02-17T00:28:27.105+02:002014-02-17T00:28:27.105+02:00gosh, these are curtains only, not sealed! no no n...gosh, these are curtains only, not sealed! no no no. unable to see in detail at first, <br />i feared the windows may be bricked, closed forever. i breath with relieve. (and smile) <br />bluestormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15393432589753557993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-4224015917128981952014-02-16T11:32:50.480+02:002014-02-16T11:32:50.480+02:00si totusi, cum se iveste cate un colt acolo, curio...si totusi, cum se iveste cate un colt acolo, curios,deschis, parca gata sa se deschida oricand, in ciuda oricaror hotarari... cred ca nici nu conteaza,la suflet sau la o fereastra, cat de mare se vede ca ar fi deschiderea, ea este,practic, o virtualitate pentru care orice pare a fi de ajuns.<br />sunt asa frumoase, doar sa le privesti este de ajuns, cat ii trebuie ochiului ca sa isi ia mustul:)Miriamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01601854700485778610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893400896868710226.post-11980760753950386092014-02-15T21:15:20.089+02:002014-02-15T21:15:20.089+02:00this is music, crimson notes played on the staves ...this is music, crimson notes played on the staves of a wall ... i love how the curtains in no two windows are the same, each touched into its unique shape by the air and the light (and perhaps by a hand from inside), theme and variation, rhythm ... it is the soul, as you say, <i>and</i> the red, systolic, open-close-open of a heartbeat:-))<br /><br />.James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.com