Through the Lens

You get to live a lifetime. No more, no less.

[bg12sofia]

[dduane]

…Yeah. (sigh)

[kieriko]

I feel attacked.

[kieriko]

Through the Lens ha compiuto 10 anni oggi!

[kieriko]

We should call it a night and go to sleep

How many times did you say "things will change"? How many times did I believe you? It's happening again, isn't it? Same old story, same old road. All the promises, all the "I'll do better", just empty words. The truth is that you really are just a disappointment. You probably consider yourself smart and clever, and you most certainly don't think about your words, actions, and their consequences. Or you consider them to be fair and right, only until someone slaps the truth in your face, making you feel small and miserable. But what's worse is that you don't think other people can see you for what you really are, you think you can act undisturbed, because nobody knows what you are doing, and even then you really aren't doing anything wrong after all, isn't that right? I see you, I see through all your lies and tricks, I see through your selfishness and lack of love and respect for others. You call love what really is just a farse, something you tell yourself, to be able to sleep at night. I'm done with it, I'm done wasting time, I'm done hoping you'll change. This time there'll be no second chances. Just wait and see.

[kieriko]

Through the Lens is 9 years old today!

[cilly-murphy]

But, to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly, the most popular, great painter of all time, the most beloved. His command of colour the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world… Noone had ever done it before. Perhaps noone ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

[kieriko]

11 years later, still one of the best episode ever.

[kieriko]

The times we had Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow Were not all bad We put our feet just where they had, had to go Never to go The shattered soul Following close but nearly twice as slow In my good times There were always golden rocks to throw At those who Those who admit defeat too late Those were our times, those were our times And I will love to see that day That day is mine When she will marry me outside with the willow trees And play the songs we made They made me so And I would love to see that day Her day was mine

[kieriko]

Senza Titolo #001

In tutto e in tutto, quel tempo distante. Correndo nell’aria della notte, tagli sul viso e luci spente Ti ricordo in quel maglione, armatura e vanto Con il naso nel libro e le mani rosso fuoco E il buio è alle spalle, il buio è davanti agli occhi Tu ferma nella tua forza, straordinaria io, con le mani tese per non cadere un piede dopo l’altro, un dubbio dopo l’altro Se avessi saputo il peso dei tuoi pensieri quella sera di fine inverno con la luna nascosta e le stelle impegnate altrove se la distanza creata non fosse stata nelle intenzioni Chiamavo il tuo nome, non sentivo la tua voce scrivevo col sangue l’invito a restare vuotavo il bicchiere e mi dicevo: “morirò senza rimpianti” un bugiardo come tanti, altri silenzi costretto a mandare giù Eri tu. E non tornerai.

[creaturesofnight]

Coraline and Wybie with button eyes

[kieriko]

Scratch scratch.

[kieriko]

And I’ll always remember you like a child, girl...

[bear1na]

Harley Quinn #2 variant cover - Batman by Bill Sienkiewicz *

[kieriko]

Yeah, but nobody searches | Nobody cares somehow. When the loving that you've wasted | Comes raining from a hapless cloud...

[kieriko]

Her Morning Elegance / Oren Lavie

I’ve spent so much time thinking I deserved you, remembering that last time that you hid yourself. I persuaded myself I was angry with you, I persuaded myself I hated you. Mostly I was sad. Sad that I wouldn’t have been able to see you in the morning anymore, nor to feel you at night. I still miss your elegance.

[kieriko]

“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.”

Ana Vidovic plays Recuerdos de la Alhambra by Francisco Tárrega クラシックギター

[kieriko]

In attesa di un momento

Il Giorno se ne stava lì, seduto ad ascoltare ogni suono vibrato dal movimento della Vita tutt'intorno; ma la Musica intonava melodie che solo l'orecchio della Notte poteva udire. La Notte aspettava, senza chiedersi quanto lunga sarebbe stata l'attesa; mirava le libellule disegnare scie di neon luminosi nell'aria fredda e densa dei suoni scomparsi nel Giorno.

Lui, il Giorno, credeva di scandire il tempo osservando le macchie frenetiche che lo popolavano; un orologio vivo e pulsante senza la cognizione del tempo andante. Lei, la Notte, pensava di ottenere la risposta seguendo il lento percorso delle luci che sapevano rendersi invisibili; implorava il fuoco di mutare celere in cenere, senza indugiare.

E ancora il Giorno così luminoso e così cupo adempiva al suo dovere; costretto impotente ad assistere all'Amore che agognava più d'ogn'altra cosa. E ancora la Notte cosi buia e cosi viva avvolgeva mille e più anime inconsapevoli; ricercava il calore di un abbraccio perso ormai da tempo immemore.

A volte il Giorno arrivava a farsi più breve nella speranza di quell'incontro, a volte la Notte si accorciava per avvicinarsi quanto più poteva alla Sua luce.

E' una storia che va avanti da un tempo così lungo che nessuno ricorda più quando iniziò. Un'anima sola separata in due parti, una fredda e luminosa, l'altra calda e oscura.

Lo strazio invisibile agli occhi, l'amore impossibile di due metà che un tempo costituivano l'intreccio di un'unica Vita.

[kieriko]

Ouch, I have lost myself again Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found Yeah, I think that I might break Lost myself again and I feel unsafe.

[kieriko]

Pixel art TV project

Imgur: The magic of the Internet

Pixel art meets TV shows.

Stunning works by Gustavo Viselner