Welcome to my little world, welcome to my head.
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visual-poetry:

»palabra destruida« by santiago sierra

visual-poetry:

»palabra destruida« by santiago sierra

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And I am the craziest here?¿? HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

And I am the craziest here?¿? HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

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Boston - Augustana

Boston - Augustana

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visual-poetry:

»stufen (steps)« by hermann hesse
listen to hermann hesse reading his poem in german
this is one of my all-time favorite poems - it’s a pity that the quality of the english translation is clearly inferior to the original:
as every blossom fadesand all youth sinks into old age,so every life’s design, each flower of wisdom,attains its prime and cannot last forever.the heart must submit itself courageouslyto life’s call without a hint of grief,a magic dwells in each beginning,protecting us, telling us how to live. 
high purposed we shall traverse realm on realm,cleaving to none as to a home,the world of spirit wishes not to fetter usbut raise us higher, step by step.scarce in some safe accustomed sphere of lifehave we establish a house, then we grow lax;only he who is ready to journey forthcan throw old habits off.
maybe death’s hour too will send us out new-borntowards undreamed-lands, maybe life’s call to us will never find an end…courage my heart, take leave and fare thee well!

visual-poetry:

»stufen (steps)« by hermann hesse

listen to hermann hesse reading his poem in german

this is one of my all-time favorite poems - it’s a pity that the quality of the english translation is clearly inferior to the original:

as every blossom fades
and all youth sinks into old age,
so every life’s design, each flower of wisdom,
attains its prime and cannot last forever.
the heart must submit itself courageously
to life’s call without a hint of grief,
a magic dwells in each beginning,
protecting us, telling us how to live.

high purposed we shall traverse realm on realm,
cleaving to none as to a home,
the world of spirit wishes not to fetter us
but raise us higher, step by step.
scarce in some safe accustomed sphere of life
have we establish a house, then we grow lax;
only he who is ready to journey forth
can throw old habits off.

maybe death’s hour too will send us out new-born
towards undreamed-lands, maybe life’s call to us will never find an end…
courage my heart, take leave and fare thee well!

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peterofthespoon:

Yo mismo. Feliz viernes a todos vosotros.

peterofthespoon:

Yo mismo. Feliz viernes a todos vosotros.

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photographersdirectory:

Freelance photographer from Los Angeles and Orange County CA. mainly shoot 35mm film and digital. My main subjects are people because i like to capture one’s emotions. 
www.chrisfotog.com
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photographersdirectory:

Freelance photographer from Los Angeles and Orange County CA. mainly shoot 35mm film and digital. My main subjects are people because i like to capture one’s emotions. 

www.chrisfotog.com

instagram/ chrisfotog

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