Aug 24, 2016
sta crollando il mondo addosso a chi non può sorreggere nulla neanche se stesso. Solo lacrime, rimangono solo lacrime 😞
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Kuwait
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Belarus
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Spain
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from United States
sta crollando il mondo addosso a chi non può sorreggere nulla neanche se stesso. Solo lacrime, rimangono solo lacrime 😞
Strade
Diffido delle persone che non cambiano mai idea. Odio le strade dritte senza uscite laterali, non posso variare il mio cammino, e scoprire cosa c'è intorno e vedere cosa succede oltre la via principale. Voglio sbagliare strada per capire, cambiare percorso e arrivare alla meta.
camminando lungo il viale dell'incertezza, mi fermo a controllare un piccolo angolo buio, guardo e mi accosto per scrutare, immobile non ho il coraggio di guardare, la brezza mi scuote e mi fa proseguire, a stento riesco a trascinarmi lungo il viale, a stento ma vado avanti, instabile
the SirBon
Il vero amore è sentirsi felici quando è felice la persona che si ama, e poi?
The SirBon
The Sardinian Job
Since he moved to Cagliari Tom wakes up every day at 8 am; the coffee smell coming from the café downstairs makes useless any attempt of his body to keep him in bed.
A first premonition of bad mood is blown away from the bath of light came at the opening of the window, the sun is already shining at this time and caresses the cheeks like a gentle caress.
The previous night's dinner did not leave negative aftermath, the white wine that accompanied the fresh roasted cuttlefish flowed merrily into goblets that were raised up to toast to anything in life.
Near music kiosk suggested the end of the evening: live music, drinks and the scent of the sea.
The work of artist fortunately gives plenty of free time, well, the exhibition would be installed in mid-September and is almost upon us, but this day in late August is to savor and to discover.
Tom parks his bike in front of the café and the initial scent that woke him now presents itself in front of his eyes in a steaming cup; breakfast, ride of 5 minutes: the sea.
It's Wednesday, working day for many, but at 9am the beach is already colored, umbrellas and children building the first sandcastles animates the fifth stop.
The sun shines the water creating a twinkle to the eye that blurs the reflection of the symbol of this sea: the "Devil's Saddle".
Tom decides to work: canvas and pencil, the exhibition will have a painting more.
che poi, dove sta tutta questa socializzazione!?
the SirBon
...go straight, and Shut up!
Mi piacciono le nuvole. Perchè non sono mai uguali. Riempono il cielo dimenandosi in molteplici forme. Esprimono in maniera perfetta il concetto di libertà. Non hanno un senso logico. E le cose senza senso logico liberano la mente. Io amo le nuvole.
the SirBon