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Toulouse- France
In My Sky At Twilight - Poem by Pablo Neruda
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud and your form and colour are the way I love them. You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips and in your life my infinite dreams live. The lamp of my soul dyes your feet, the sour wine is sweeter on your lips, oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice. Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water. You are taken in the net of my music, my love, and my nets of music are wide as the sky. My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.
Poetry in nature.
Picture taken in Colombia.
Mountains- Rukiye Henderson.
“Tall and bold like a castle,
Looming in the dark. They rise to a towering height. As everything beneath, cowers in fright.
Covered in a blanket of silvery mist, You feel as though kissed, By the cold bitter wind as it rushes past. The snow peaked tops are like pure, pristine crystals, timeless, in all their beauty.
You can smell, feel, taste, and hear all the earth around you. The sound of birds chirping like music boxes, The taste of juicy berries bursting with flavor, The smell of fresh pine air, And the feeling of pine needles, which, I declare Feel great on your sore, blistered feet.”
A quick reminder for us all:
HAPPINESS IS IN THE AIR
Poetry. People. Smiles.
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
Picture taken in Toulouse on a lovely afternoon.
Picture taken in Colombia.
Bridges.
“Show your strength by building bridges instead of walls, and show your passion by illuminating them not by burning them”
Written by Anubis the philosomancer.
Poetry in nature.
Picture taken in Colombia.
Mountains- Rukiye Henderson.
“Tall and bold like a castle,
Looming in the dark. They rise to a towering height. As everything beneath, cowers in fright.
Covered in a blanket of silvery mist, You feel as though kissed, By the cold bitter wind as it rushes past. The snow peaked tops are like pure, pristine crystals, timeless, in all their beauty.
You can smell, feel, taste, and hear all the earth around you. The sound of birds chirping like music boxes, The taste of juicy berries bursting with flavor, The smell of fresh pine air, And the feeling of pine needles, which, I declare Feel great on your sore, blistered feet.”
A contrast between the eternal spring of Colombia with the coming autumn of Europe.
Photo taken in Barichara Colombia.
Autumn Valentine- Dorothy Parker.
“ In May my heart was breaking- Oh, wide the wound, and deep! And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep. And when it came November, I sought my heart, and sighed, "Poor thing, do you remember?" "What heart was that?" it cried. ”
Colombia
Spirits of the dead- Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Posting the picture of the cemetery in Barichara- Colombia reminded me of this poem. Please enjoy and share!
“Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still...”
Barichara, Cementery. Colombia.
Beautiful and amazing places to visit. This picture was taken by my Dad, when walking through Santander.
Santander-Colombia
Centro Memoria- Bogotá
Monserrate- Bogotá Colombia
El Poblado San Marcos
Colombia
El Poblado San Marcos.
Colombia
El Poblado San Marcos.
Colombia.
El Poblado San Marcos
Colombia.