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I know the truth…

abandon lesser truths! There’s no need for anyone living to struggle! See? Evening falls … night quickly descends! So why the useless disputes, generals, poets, lovers?

The wind is calming now; the earth is bathed in dew; the stars’ infernos will soon freeze in the heavens. And soon we’ll sleep together, under the earth, we who never gave each other a moment’s rest above it. ~Marina Tsvetaeva

@aganinaga - Thank you my dear friend Ana for providing two of the photos used as layers in the creation of this image.

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Saul Leiter Color Photograph, Carol Brown

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Removing Petals by Brooke Shaden.

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The beauty of the world…

has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.  ― Virginia Woolf

@aganinaga - Thank you my very dear friend Ana for providing the photo of the bird and clouds that was the primary layer of this image.

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A slightly different and monochrome edit of this image can be found here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/146449457@N03/45177762375/in/dateposted/

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Floriane de Lassée

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Places I love come back to me…

like music, Hush me and heal me when I I’m very tired… ~Sara Teasdale, from Places

@aganinaga -  Thank you my friend Ana for your inspiration and for once again allowing me to use your photo as a layer in the creation of this image.

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When I think you’ve passed me over…

Once again you rise and haunt me, Overpowering black shadow Prowling round my bed to taunt me.

When again I dream you’ve vanished, In the bare sun you astound me. You’re the shine of stars above me. You’re the howl of wind around me.

If they sing, it is you singing. If they mourn, it is you mourning. You’re the murmur of the river And the evening and the morning.

You are all and all becomes you, All about me, leaving never, Living in me, living for me, Shadow over me forever.         ~ Rosalía de Castro, Black Shadow [Negra Sombra]

@aganinaga - Thank you Ana for directing me to this beautiful poem.

The original Galician text can be found here:

http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.com/2010/10/rosalia-de-castro-black-shadow-from.html

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Let us look for secret things…

somewhere in the world, on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed, rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris, celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of solitude and the sand. ~Pablo Neruda, from Forget About Me

@aganinaga -  Created by layering and editing images provided by my friend Ana (https://aganinaga.tumblr.com/) and myself. Thank you Ana.

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Serendipia…Movement….

Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Bill Henson: “Untitled 12″.

http://www.artnet.com/artists/bill-henson/

Bill Henson quote: “Love is the engine of all great art and the agent of love is always beauty. “We bubble along having clichéd First World problems about where to get the best coffee: it’s a giant white-noise convenience store of fluff. So when you see a piece of art that cuts through, it is deeply moving and perhaps upsetting. So I am quite comfortable with the fact that my pictures happen to disturb people.”

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Though my soul may set in darkness…

it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. ~Sarah Williams, from The Old Astronomer to His Pupil  

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Now that I know…

How passion warms little Of flesh in the mould, And treasure is brittle,—

I’ll lie here and learn How, over their ground Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.

~Louise Bogan, Knowledge

@aganinaga - Thank you my dearest friend Ana for providing the photo used as the final layer that allowed to me to finish this image.

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 - Omar Galliani, 1954 | Renaissance style painter | Tutt'Art@ | 

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The silence of night hours..

is never really silent. You hear the air, even when it doesn’t stir. It’s a memory of the day. Nothing stirs. Memory lags….

~W.S. Di Piero , from It’s That Time

@aganinaga - Thank you again my friend Ana for providing several photos used as layers in the creation of this image.

A slight different, monochrome edit appears here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/146449457@N03/45494388375/in/dateposted/

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Guy Bourdin for Vogue Italia October 1967

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Nude, 1964

by Guy Bourdin

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Vogue Italia, April 1969 Photo by Guy Bourdin