kiss andrea
„Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?“
- Pablo Neruda
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Ever changing... ever flowing
Our life our river..
Ewakrepicz studio ek
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“As the summer moves to autumn, As we, with Sappho, move towards death. My eyelids sink toward sleep in the hot Autumn of your uncoiled hair. Your body moves in my arms On the verge of sleep; And it is as though I held In my arms the bird filled Evening sky of summer.”
— Kenneth Rexroth, from When We With Sappho; Collected Shorter Poems of K. Rexroth
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Cool summer photo studio ek Ewa Krepicz
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natalia drepina
'Night is a history of longing, and you are my night'
—Mahmoud Darwish
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Yorkshire (alh 1 on flickr)
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Evening walk photo Ewa Krepicz studio ek
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