Category Archives: video

yes, i can make it through the rain

It’s simply awesome, not like the movie..
Crazy In Love -- Sofia KarlbergĀ  [Beyonce Cover]

‘when love arrives’

.. thank you for stopping by.
[Sarah Key & Phil Kaye]

[thinking out loud - ed sheeran]

economy 101 ;)

really a clear and simple explanation of how the economy works, 30 minutes well spent.

my top five movies about photography:


pecker -- 1998


closer -- 2004


everlasting moments -2008


fur: an imaginary portrait of diane arbus -- 2006


the secret life of walter mitty -- 2013

happy watching and enjoy!

dirgahayu Indonesia

[a photo project of nicoline patricia malina]

i’m always loving the song, tanah airku.. always.

ms. vivian maier

‘my life is none of your business.. ‘

and now you’re mine


-Pablo Neruda-
voice: Andy Garcia & Julia Roberts

#lv #gpgt

poem 20

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

-Pablo Neruda-

 

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