Le Temps de L'amour

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Un destino, un vortice... #photography #architecture https://www.instagram.com/p/CN39ghFpobA/?igshid=fl5sakezogkh

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La corda e la musica... 🎼 #photography https://www.instagram.com/p/CN1bT95p6Aw/?igshid=1bn32b3vqqfkh

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22.03.21 Due gatti del mio cuore. https://www.instagram.com/p/CNlzzq_pe66/?igshid=1snnamx0fda9p

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Marzo 25.03.21 #Autoretrato #NiUnaMenos #Fotografía #sombra #autoritratto #OmbraMaiFu https://www.instagram.com/p/CNlx_ppp6ht/?igshid=1o5u1o4ujiz0b

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Zócalo de Acapulco de Juárez. 25.03.2021 👠👠 https://www.instagram.com/p/CM26vnxpnfc/?igshid=hzxyf5qx5ud6

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Il mio signore dei mari è e sarà un piacere servirti e amarti finché il sole e le stelle smetteranno di brillare. Non vedo l'ora la riunione delle nostre anime. Grazie per tutto il amore che mi ha fatto. Grazie, grazie, grazie. 🙏🏼💚 https://www.instagram.com/p/CD6w49yJjNh/?igshid=fuqauf9riphf

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#PlantSelfie jejeje! 🙏🏼🌼 https://www.instagram.com/p/CArnl_oprrc/?igshid=1lseypp6d0xa6

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Jumy-M A rural road in Japan / 伯耆富士と田舎道

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People Matching Artworks

French photographer Stefan Draschan has spent countless hours visiting different museums in Paris, Vienna and Berlin where he would wait for visitors to match with a piece of art.

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You’re beautiful

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There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don’t feel alone This is a place where I feel at home ‘Cause, I built a home For you For me Until it disappeared From me From you And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me Branches were sewn by the color of green Ground had arose and passed it’s knees By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down I held on as tightly as you held onto me I held on as tightly as you held onto me And, I built a home For you For me Until it disappeared From me From you And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust