Thursday, 11 April 2013

as if nothing stirred, and yet...























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9 comments:

  1. Miriam11 April 2013 at 21:21

    vai,cat sunt de frumoase!printre preferatele mele dintotdeauna:)
    privindu-le,m-am gandit ca ele (perdelele)sunt intrupate din ceata;din soare;din fum.ca sunt expresia epurata a unei tiare pe care am uitat-o undeva intre veacuri.

    cat de patrunzatoare a devenit seara:)iti multumesc

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    1. Roxana12 April 2013 at 23:40

      da, a fost un moment magic, acolo, cu acea briza si acel soare pe balcon, si eu intre lumi (este, de fapt, usa de sticla deschisa de la balconul in care dadea camera :-)

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  2. pensum12 April 2013 at 00:28

    gorgeous!

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    1. Roxana12 April 2013 at 23:41

      thank you!!!

      i think there might be the same window and curtain on video, somewhere, i must look for it :-)

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    2. pensum13 April 2013 at 18:58

      please do!

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  3. James Owens12 April 2013 at 22:51

    ... as light dreams itself into space ...

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  4. Cristina16 April 2013 at 00:56

    this post made me dream of everything that is beyond that window, beyond that curtain.
    I was there, in Veliko, many years ago, things were gentle back then, the air was soft, I was very young.

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    1. Roxana16 April 2013 at 22:20

      i know you were there, though this was before i had met you, wasn't it?
      i was there only last year, and yet it feels like an eternity has passed and i am another one.

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