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Don't hesitate: come in and leave a comment!Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-59708030568502397452023-10-05T13:25:00.002+02:002023-10-05T13:25:38.345+02:00Nusch Eluard & Rainer Maria Rilke <p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAdz-orKr3XcSPqyV3JbOQrv-qqgWCE2dL1rxeqkezQ8S2ihku618uFQq373GvdungNgDvCch2b-iaZOM7GSA_KVgHYTd4nQbhfFsKdWrlfcJK96ILofCtkZ1e3p_rzy1lTYLes2LxwuKcnHQG7j58Fk9sHheyzugHRH9s75l4SosDVW-sUQ8l5v0ibUQ/s1465/Maar-Dora-1935-Nusch-Eluard-pompidou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1465" data-original-width="1072" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAdz-orKr3XcSPqyV3JbOQrv-qqgWCE2dL1rxeqkezQ8S2ihku618uFQq373GvdungNgDvCch2b-iaZOM7GSA_KVgHYTd4nQbhfFsKdWrlfcJK96ILofCtkZ1e3p_rzy1lTYLes2LxwuKcnHQG7j58Fk9sHheyzugHRH9s75l4SosDVW-sUQ8l5v0ibUQ/w293-h400/Maar-Dora-1935-Nusch-Eluard-pompidou.jpg" width="293" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dora Maar, 1935</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><div class="quoteText" style="line-height: 24px; padding: 0px 5px 10px 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses</span></b></div><div class="quoteText" style="line-height: 24px; padding: 0px 5px 10px 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. </span></b></div><div class="quoteText" style="line-height: 24px; padding: 0px 5px 10px 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, </span></b></div><div class="quoteText" style="line-height: 24px; padding: 0px 5px 10px 0px; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">something helpless that wants our love.</span></b></div><div class="quoteText" style="line-height: 24px; padding: 0px 5px 10px 0px;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span class="authorOrTitle">Rainer Maria Rilke</span></span></b></div></span></b></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" style="text-align: start;" /></p><div class="quoteFooter" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"></div>Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-77987442927043322522023-08-06T16:34:00.001+02:002023-08-06T16:34:48.941+02:00Irina Ionesco & Alan Moore<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXi2C6bL2MuSDh_1ZDIIHPInWX2oyb-wg6BPn4Ejf2jasw23L51G7gMLd7G-P-R5v5J4OVAHGakJqnUzgEI4lbTwPjSvJIBSbMysWhGoifpR-6ylEYS7a_owyMPe_pf52TcxJMRbz7LRSfp89DmQdt7kK9BnWN5soYPXLuf-8muV0mv0CVmS0xBBZeNau/s1920/lot.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFXi2C6bL2MuSDh_1ZDIIHPInWX2oyb-wg6BPn4Ejf2jasw23L51G7gMLd7G-P-R5v5J4OVAHGakJqnUzgEI4lbTwPjSvJIBSbMysWhGoifpR-6ylEYS7a_owyMPe_pf52TcxJMRbz7LRSfp89DmQdt7kK9BnWN5soYPXLuf-8muV0mv0CVmS0xBBZeNau/w315-h400/lot.jpeg" width="315" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eva, France, 1970<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">You<br /> wear a mask for so long,<br />you<br /> forget who you were beneath it.<br /><br />Alan Moore<br />V for Vendetta</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-4538058164132067102022-09-02T21:06:00.000+02:002022-09-02T21:06:17.896+02:00Jean Painlevé & Dejan Stojanovic<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgug1KNjHOLfqrxEARM9CK3ap_ylT2eYmWK9Q0ZRbMwaqi-QAI6oagTwt3XgvZxegcXtcB7zySLuUviMtP2fSSwlKDNVRu1eRaWMK1-ZipNI9dfUlPx66PENBQyL6nCbEJE3fBqY5J1f4JdagDnoVKq6IOX3qeSefP2w38FJ3sA1biZdLYwGJI9aHVYOA/s2048/8059.jpg" style="display: block; 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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>I will take the sun in my mouth</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>and leap into the ripe air</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Alive</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>with closed
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-65561645727271749962019-11-21T21:52:00.000+01:002019-11-21T21:54:27.654+01:00Herb Ritts & R.T. Bennet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Accept yourself,<br />love yourself,<br />and keep moving forward.<br />If you want to fly,<br />you have to give up what weights you down.<br /><br />Roy T. Bennet<br />The light in the heart</span><br />
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-56323761630178124082017-08-09T02:16:00.000+02:002017-08-09T21:12:00.182+02:00Robert Mapplethorpe & Cormac McCarthy <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-37783433054568361202016-05-02T22:05:00.000+02:002016-05-02T22:05:06.010+02:00Roberto Kusterle & 4 Non Blondes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Roberto Kusterle<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>And so I cry sometimes<br />When I'm lying in bed<br />Just to get it all out<br />What's in my head<br />And I, I am feeling a little peculiar<br />And so I wake in the morning<br />And I step outside<br />And I take a deep breath and I get real high<br />And I scream from the top of my lungs<br />What' s going on?<br /><br />4 Non Blondes</b></span><br /></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-67652948877399473332016-04-12T22:52:00.002+02:002016-04-12T22:52:58.137+02:00Gilbert Garcin & Rumi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Gilbert Garcin<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Your task is not to seek for love<br /> but merely to seek and find <br />all the barriers within yourself that<br /> you have built<br /> against it.<br /><br />Rumi</b></span></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-30524177569683834862016-04-07T09:22:00.000+02:002016-04-07T09:22:23.019+02:00Josef Sudek & Bertol Brecht<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Josef Sudek<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Weaknesses<br /><br />You had none<br />I had one:<br />I loved.<br /><br />Bertol Brecht</b></span></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-22232095114256641172016-03-15T13:52:00.000+01:002016-03-15T13:52:19.739+01:00Helena Almeida & Borges<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pintura habitada, by Helena Almeida, 1975<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I know what the Greeks do not know, <br />incertitude.<br /><br /><br />Jorge Luis Borges, <br />Labyrinths</span></b></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-58777102704271926802015-12-21T08:59:00.000+01:002015-12-21T08:59:03.175+01:00Ernst Haas & Voltaire<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Ernst Haas, Misfits, 1960<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">All men are by nature free, <br />you have therefore <br />an undoubted liberty to depart <br />whenever you please, <br />but <br />will have many and great difficulties <br />to encounter <br />in passing the frontiers.<br /><br />Voltaire<br />Candide</span></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-15819413208031976042015-07-14T16:01:00.000+02:002015-07-14T16:01:17.214+02:00Brooke Shaden & Roberto Bolaño<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooke Shaden<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>So everything lets us down<br /> including curiosity and honesty <br />and what we love best. <br />Yes, said the voice, <br />but cheer up ,<br /> it is fun in the end.<br /><br />Roberto Bolano<br /></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>2666</b></span><br /></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-305459200802062092015-06-07T11:12:00.000+02:002015-06-07T11:12:29.014+02:00Carlos Pereira & Nina <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Carlos Pereira<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>(...) But I' m a woman<br />Can't you see what I am<br />I live and breathe for you<br />What good does it do<br />If I ain't got you<br />(...)<br /><br />To Love Somebody<br />Nina Simone</b></span><br /></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-49750186826918736272015-05-24T14:30:00.000+02:002015-05-24T14:30:32.909+02:00Emmanuelle Brisson & Carl Sagan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Farfalle, by Emmanuelle Brisson<br /><br /><br /><br /><b><br /><span style="font-size: large;">We are like butterflies who flutter for a day <br />and think it is <br />forever.<br /><br />Carl Sagan</span></b></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-28764471349248278512015-05-01T14:43:00.000+02:002015-05-01T14:43:38.341+02:00Julia Margaret Cameron & Lev Tolstoj<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Julia Margaret Cameron, <br />The parting of Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere, 1874<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I think... <br />if it is true that <br />there are <br />as many minds as there are heads,<br />then <br />there are <br />as many kinds of love <br />as there are hearts.<br /><br />Lev Tolstoj<br />Anna Karenina</b></span><br /></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-48965339620979535042015-04-24T21:15:00.000+02:002015-04-24T21:15:53.263+02:00Julia Margaret Cameron & Aristotle <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Julia Margaret Cameron, I wait (Rachel Gurney), 1872<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Patience is bitter, <br /><br />but its fruit is sweet.<br /><br />Aristotle</span></b></td></tr>
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-43477336162894810022015-02-10T00:05:00.000+01:002015-02-10T00:05:09.717+01:00Pavel Baňka & Robert Browning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-35281230821384973912014-12-10T20:38:00.000+01:002014-12-10T20:39:36.359+01:00Jalali Bahman & Paul Anka <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Jalali Bahman, Image of imagination<br />
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Photoblogazinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163476578946218594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4574648246648200611.post-46870640932252863422014-10-08T11:01:00.000+02:002014-10-08T11:01:32.289+02:00Izu Yumiko & Gyula Krudy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by Izu Yumiko, Secret Garden, 2007<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><i><b>Let crazy life rush headlong on the highway for others;<br />we shall contemplate the sunflowers,<br />watch them sprout, blossom, fade away.<br />Yesterday they were still giants,<br />but now,<br />in autumn,<br />they are thatch on the roof.<br /><br />Gyula Krudy,<br />Sunflowers</b></i></span></td></tr>
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