profili mir
studious time
niedziela, 29 czerwca 2008
piątek, 27 czerwca 2008
light, eyes, whiteness
through the eyes...
experimenting with the whiteness and the light
to underline the line of the eyes.....
pubbing - outsider view
Pubs in England:chosen ones:
The West End,
Graduate,
Mansfield
I have not been in any of them.
I have been to South Sea and York recently, not that bad!
czwartek, 26 czerwca 2008
Race of glory
Crazy, weird English guys
out of prison for a while.....
Race of glory, race of life ....May 2007
out of prison for a while.....
Race of glory, race of life ....May 2007
wtorek, 24 czerwca 2008
A work of art
A work of art is conceived and executed on the same high plane,
sustained by imagination and stamped with individuality.
there is a link between the two....
between the imagination and the individuality
and between the work of art and the mind of the producer....
sustained by imagination and stamped with individuality.
there is a link between the two....
between the imagination and the individuality
and between the work of art and the mind of the producer....
poniedziałek, 23 czerwca 2008
Bday 4 Irena T....
Happy Bday Irena T....
Greets in the direction of the Czech Republic...
(Our Bristol, our Sheffield)...
Greets in the direction of the Czech Republic...
(Our Bristol, our Sheffield)...
" I do not have worries..but I have my happiness" - a poem by myself
I don't have any worries then ...but I have my happiness." - a poem by myself.
In the hour of solitude,
I stretch my luck, of my voice
in your direction,
sounds powerful
but only for me,
left in the motion
goes down slowly,
and I along the line
fall down to the bottom
of my dreams.
Anchored there for good,
I gaze far beyond
and there are my loved ones,
met on my lifepath,
calling my name
and they were waving to me.
I do not have worries then, but I have my happiness.
copyright ©mirellium 2008
In the hour of solitude,
I stretch my luck, of my voice
in your direction,
sounds powerful
but only for me,
left in the motion
goes down slowly,
and I along the line
fall down to the bottom
of my dreams.
Anchored there for good,
I gaze far beyond
and there are my loved ones,
met on my lifepath,
calling my name
and they were waving to me.
I do not have worries then, but I have my happiness.
copyright ©mirellium 2008
Nie mam trosk wtedy a mam szczescie...- poem by myself
Nie mam trosk wtedy, gdy do mnie machacie...
W godzine samotnosci
przeciagam strune mojego
glosu w Twoja strone,
brzmi barwnie
ale tylko dla mnie,
puszczona w ruch opuszcza
sie powoli, a ja jak po linie
spadam w dol
moich marzen.
Zakotwiczona tak na dobre,
spogladam w dal a tam
moi kochani ludzie
napotkani na szlaku zycia,
wolaja moje imie
i machaja do mnie.
Nie mam trosk wtedy,
a mam szczęście.
W godzine samotnosci
przeciagam strune mojego
glosu w Twoja strone,
brzmi barwnie
ale tylko dla mnie,
puszczona w ruch opuszcza
sie powoli, a ja jak po linie
spadam w dol
moich marzen.
Zakotwiczona tak na dobre,
spogladam w dal a tam
moi kochani ludzie
napotkani na szlaku zycia,
wolaja moje imie
i machaja do mnie.
Nie mam trosk wtedy,
a mam szczęście.
copyright ©mirellium 2008
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