Spring Quotograph… softness, color and time

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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

 

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    • 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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