Posts tagged ‘streets’

Flea Market / Paris Style

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So here are some photographs I took that day, I’m afraid these will have to do until next time.

 

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Song Unsung

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The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set ;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened ; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice ;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

from -my new favorite- GITANJALI, R. Tagore

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güzeldim de galiba bunu nasıl söylesem:

eline sağlık Tanrım leyla çok güzel olmuş

Tanrım eline sağlık dünya da çok güzel olmuş

keşke biraz ölmesem.

Bir Ki Deneme , İbrahim Tenekeci

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A song I’m so happy to have remembered again.

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You know I see London, I see Sam’s Town

Holds my hand and lets my hair down

Rolls that world right off my shoulder

I see London, I see Sam’s Town now

Sam’s Town , The Killers

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The Loner

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” What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart.
That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion.”

“Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.”

Vincent van Gogh

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I was in Venice a couple of weeks ago, and came back with lots of photographs! While wandering around the streets, I saw a familiar face, a face I remember from my previous visit almost three years ago. He was waiting there with a bit more darkened face, but still looking very good.

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