da gary isaacs' photos ©
migrazione
La domanda è "chi migra?"
Le anatre, i due veicoli, gli alberi con la terra...o il mio cervello?
da davidedozza ©
Le anatre, i due veicoli, gli alberi con la terra...o il mio cervello?
da davidedozza ©
La donna d'inverno
"non sia anche più intelligente"
She is wonderfull Natalie Shau
da federico.bebber ©
She is wonderfull Natalie Shau
da federico.bebber ©
Close To A World Below.
Silent is the storm that awaits
As our crumbling world starts to give way
Falling around us a new kingdom rises
billions of souls sinking and sinking
The flames from below dance at our feet
Soon to rise up and carry us through
The burning gates ablaze in glory
Marvel at the fall of man
Glorious flames...Rise above
Show us pain...and cleanse our world
Our selfish eyes see no wrong
Closer and closer to God we believe
But farther and farther from grace we'll fall
Closer and closer to our kingdom of fire
Comfort us with words of hope
We stare into the coming dark
Blanket us with eternal night
The sweetness of death upon our lips
Far are we...From everlasting joy
Close are we...To a world below
A world of hate...A world of pain
A world too blind to see
A world of judgments ...A world of sadness
A world void of truth
A world of the power mad...A world of corrupted lives
A world destroying itself ahead of its time
A world of lust...A world of corrupted lives
A world destroying itself ahead of its time
A world of lust...A world of greed
A world with no hope
Bastard son, you spread your arms to save us from ourselves
This weak attempt has failed us so, just like your fabled father above
This shadow you've cast upon our world still conceals the light
So pick a God, for there's no one left that can save us from our end
We'll beg for life
We'll beg for forgiveness
We'll beg for pity
We'll beg to be closer to God
Foolish souls will never see
The closer to God the closer to our end
For Christ can't undo this sorrow and pain
For when he died his soul went below
Glorious flames...Come us all
Bring us closer...To a God Below
Far are we...From everlasting joy
Close are we...To a world below.
Immolation Lyric.
(Photography & Model: Me)
da Jaquelinevanek.com ©
As our crumbling world starts to give way
Falling around us a new kingdom rises
billions of souls sinking and sinking
The flames from below dance at our feet
Soon to rise up and carry us through
The burning gates ablaze in glory
Marvel at the fall of man
Glorious flames...Rise above
Show us pain...and cleanse our world
Our selfish eyes see no wrong
Closer and closer to God we believe
But farther and farther from grace we'll fall
Closer and closer to our kingdom of fire
Comfort us with words of hope
We stare into the coming dark
Blanket us with eternal night
The sweetness of death upon our lips
Far are we...From everlasting joy
Close are we...To a world below
A world of hate...A world of pain
A world too blind to see
A world of judgments ...A world of sadness
A world void of truth
A world of the power mad...A world of corrupted lives
A world destroying itself ahead of its time
A world of lust...A world of corrupted lives
A world destroying itself ahead of its time
A world of lust...A world of greed
A world with no hope
Bastard son, you spread your arms to save us from ourselves
This weak attempt has failed us so, just like your fabled father above
This shadow you've cast upon our world still conceals the light
So pick a God, for there's no one left that can save us from our end
We'll beg for life
We'll beg for forgiveness
We'll beg for pity
We'll beg to be closer to God
Foolish souls will never see
The closer to God the closer to our end
For Christ can't undo this sorrow and pain
For when he died his soul went below
Glorious flames...Come us all
Bring us closer...To a God Below
Far are we...From everlasting joy
Close are we...To a world below.
Immolation Lyric.
(Photography & Model: Me)
da Jaquelinevanek.com ©
Ribalda
Taken in Rome, Borgo Pio.
Mi sono fatto ripetere il suo nome tre volte, mi sembrava strano. Invece si chiama proprio Ribalda...e penso le si addica.
It is impossible to translate her name in English...it means something like "brave" or "proud"...and I think she deserves it.
da Nash72 ©
Mi sono fatto ripetere il suo nome tre volte, mi sembrava strano. Invece si chiama proprio Ribalda...e penso le si addica.
It is impossible to translate her name in English...it means something like "brave" or "proud"...and I think she deserves it.
da Nash72 ©
Crooked Mushroom
Return visit to The Enchanted Forest at Clark's Elioak Farm, Ellicott City, Maryland. Mother's Day 2007
Original image shot digitally with a NIkon P3 Through The Viewfinder of a vintage Argus Seventy-five camera. Digitally post processed.
da crowolf ©
Original image shot digitally with a NIkon P3 Through The Viewfinder of a vintage Argus Seventy-five camera. Digitally post processed.
da crowolf ©
Lullaby.
.. "Much male fear of feminism is the fear that, in becoming whole human beings, women will cease to mother men, to provide the breast, the lullaby, the continuous attention... Much male fear of feminism is infantilism-- the longing to remain the mother's son, to possess a woman who exists purely for him"
-Adrienne Rich.
da fleshy limbless spectacle ©
-Adrienne Rich.
da fleshy limbless spectacle ©
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