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Victorian Bridge UK |
how do you post photos? I have tried and obviously am not doing it right.
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Gulf of Mexico Sunset...
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I swam in this water once. I loved it. It was cold.
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This thread could be dangerous for me!
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OMG>..I am so loving this thread!! Its all so ...so...pretty!!!
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A song inspired by Federico García Lorca: Pequeño Vals Vienés Little Viennese Waltz by Federico Garcia Lorca(I can't vouch for this translation. My Spanish is paltry but some of the translation choices puzzle me) En Viena hay diez muchachas, In Vienna there are ten little girlsun hombro donde solloza la muerte y un bosque de palomas disecadas. Hay un fragmento de la mañana en el museo de la escarcha. Hay un salón con mil ventanas. a shoulder for death to cry on and a forest of dried pigeons. There is a fragment of tomorrow in the museum of winter frost. There is a thousand-windowed dance hall. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Ay, ay, ay, ay!Toma este vals con la boca cerrada. Take this close-mouthed waltz. Este vals, este vals, este vals, este vals, This waltz, this waltz, this waltz,de sí, de muerte y de coñac que moja su cola en el mar. of itself, of death, and of brandy that dips its tail in the sea. Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero, I love you, I love you, I love you,con la butaca y el libro muerto, por el melancólico pasillo, en el oscuro desván del lirio, en nuestra cama de la luna y en la danza que sueña la tortuga. with the armchair and the book of death down the melancholy hallway, in the iris's dark garret, in our bed that was once the moon's bed, and in that dance the turtle dreamed of. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Ay, ay, ay, ay!Toma este vals de quebrada cintura. Take this broken-waisted waltz En Viena hay cuatro espejos In Vienna there are four mirrorsdonde juegan tu boca y los ecos. Hay una muerte para piano que pinta de azul a los muchachos. Hay mendigos por los tejados, hay frescas guirnaldas de llanto. in which your mouth and the echoes play. There is a death for piano that paints the little boys blue. There are beggars on the roof. There are fresh garlands of tears. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Aye, ay, ay, ay!Toma este vals que se muere en mis brazos. Take this waltz that dies in my arms. Porque te quiero, te quiero, amor mío, Because I love you, I love you, my love,en el desván donde juegan los niños, soñando viejas luces de Hungría por los rumores de la tarde tibia, viendo ovejas y lirios de nieve por el silencio oscuro de tu frente. in the attic where children play, dreaming ancient lights of Hungary through the noise, the balmy afternoon, seeing sheep and irises of snow through the dark silence of your forehead. ¡Ay, ay, ay, ay! Ay, ay, ay ay!Toma este vals, este vals del "Te quiero siempre". Take this "I will always love you" waltz. En Viena bailaré contigo In Vienna I will dance with youcon un disfraz que tenga cabeza de río. ¡Mira qué orillas tengo de jacintos! Dejaré mi boca entre tus piernas, mi alma en fotografías y azucenas, y en las ondas oscuras de tu andar quiero, amor mío, amor mío, dejar, violín y sepulcro, las cintas del vals. in a costume with a river's head. See how the hyacinths line my banks! I will leave my mouth between your legs, my soul in photographs and lilies, and in the dark wake of your footsteps, my love, my love, I will have to leave violin and grave, the waltzing ribbons. |
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Bend, Oregon: the high desert, gorgeous mountains, rivers... and Sparks Lake!
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Presque Isle State Park Right here at home |
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A little something I snapped while out riding my Harley.
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