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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence :
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending ;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility : whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens ; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

E.E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

– See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15401#sthash.wIbUUuqL.dpu

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

– See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15401#sthash.wIbUUuqL.dpuf

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DSC_3481blogAs promised, I’m back with more street art from London. Here are some of my favourites, but you can see more in my new portfolio. I hope you find things that inspire you :)

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Just came back from London and wanted to share this with you. I did a small walk around Brick Lane, photographing London’s fascinating street art. This fantastic mural is by Puerto Rican artist Alexis Diaz. It’s an Elephant – Octopus which I think is purely beautiful.

I will post more street art of London in the coming days.

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HASANKEYF

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Zeynel Bey Türbesi

 Şimdiye kadar gördüğüm en etkileyici yapılardan biri. Tek başına mimarisi değil onu güzel yapan, 15.yy’dan bu yana sırtını dayadığı muhteşem Hasankeyf, tarifi zor bir atmosfer; insanın kalbini titreten cinsten, zarafeti ve biraz da boynu büküklüğü…

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“He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.”

Perfume : The Story of a Murderer

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Mor Gabriel Monastery, Midyat

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I made up my mind. I will stay in the dark.

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” That look. No judgment. No pity. That look can pry secrets from the blackest souls. “

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte.

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Just added a new portfolio of facades from a beautiful city, Venice. You can see it here.

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The Frari

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The Frari   is one of my favourite churches in Venice. The simplicity of it, the tranquil interior and the beautiful architectural details are the reasons of my admiration. Not to forget the colour combination of the warm brick and the cool stone used together… The courtyard of the church is usually closed to visitors, but there are a couple of windows from where you can see the courtyard. The only thing is that you have to look for it and it’s worth it, trust me…

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Half light

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Sarajevo, Bosnia Herzegovina

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