La bella Venezia

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go. Truman Capote A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him. Arthur Symons Venice, its temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven. Percy Bysshe Shelley Photos : Paul LaurentLire la suite « La bella Venezia »

Wild Horses

A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground and break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open. Gerald Raferty With flowing tail and flying mane,Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,Mouth bloodless to bit or rein,And feet that iron never shod,And flanks unscar’d byLire la suite « Wild Horses »

Pink thoughts

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age. Vera Nazarian If hot red is for anger and rage, pink is the color of a soft burning – hot enough to light up the dark corners of sadness and grief, butLire la suite « Pink thoughts »

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