Spring Quotograph… softness, color and time



Un dans moale fără început sau sfârșit… doar culoare și melodia luminii.


A soft dance without beginning or end… only color and  the melody of  light.


doar culoare în unde
șoapte frunze, secunde,
o cărare de vânt,
rimă, ritm și cuvânt
raze degete, boare
cald ecou dinspre soare
catifea desenând
în privire, în gând…


just soft color and breeze
through the whispering leaves,
on a path made of time,
of sky rhythm and rhyme
rays caressing like fingers,
a warm echo that lingers
in the velvety air,
through my heart and my hair…


“When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.”
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being


“There are in life a few moments so beautiful, that even words are a sort of profanity.”
Diana Palmer


8 gânduri despre „Spring Quotograph… softness, color and time

    • Yes, sometimes, when I see or hear something beautiful, it feels that an exclamation says enough, or more than any word I could utter, though interjections feel symbolic too, they stand for joy or surprise in that case, language being a system of symbols as such. As music, art in general feels, or body language in communication, which makes everything seem a rich maze. Almost as if this world was a garden of unending wondering. 🙂


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