"J’ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère /  L’automne est morte souviens-t’en /  Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre /  Odeur du temps brin de bruyère /  Et souviens-toi que je t’attends." - Gullaume Apollinaire // This is how I remember that last time you waved at me. {jy}

"J’ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère / L’automne est morte souviens-t’en / Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre / Odeur du temps brin de bruyère / Et souviens-toi que je t’attends." - Gullaume Apollinaire // This is how I remember that last time you waved at me. {jy}

https://flic.kr/p/aqT5n9 | Sin título | issuu.com/lucabortolato/docs/imagination_sara  model: Sara Furlanetto  you find this image also there: www.vogue.it/photovogue/Portfolio/b39aa8da-4673-4024-af73...

https://flic.kr/p/aqT5n9 | Sin título | issuu.com/lucabortolato/docs/imagination_sara model: Sara Furlanetto you find this image also there: www.vogue.it/photovogue/Portfolio/b39aa8da-4673-4024-af73...

Juh Ore Duh Anne

Juh Ore Duh Anne

I am sorry if i smothered you

I am sorry if i smothered you

Le stress, c’est le mal du siècle. J’ai l’impression que tous les gens autour de moi sont confrontés au stress de manière ou d’une autre. Que ça soit dans le milieu professi…

https://flic.kr/p/bumwsw | Untitled | Ashland, Oregon

https://flic.kr/p/bumwsw | Untitled | Ashland, Oregon

LE CONTAINER

LE CONTAINER

"La Méthode"  Paris 1960  Christer Stroholm

"La Méthode" Paris 1960 Christer Stroholm

I like the use of light, and that the face isn't necessarily clear. And the…

I like the use of light, and that the face isn't necessarily clear. And the…

Reminds me of the lyrics of "This House" by Sara Groves: "hadn't given it much thought/ hadn't been back here for awhile/ everything looks so small/ seen through the memories of a child/ who would dream and stare/ from that second story window/ that was my whole world/ it was all I knew/ like the hull the of a seed/ this old house cracked wide open/ and I flew..."

Reminds me of the lyrics of "This House" by Sara Groves: "hadn't given it much thought/ hadn't been back here for awhile/ everything looks so small/ seen through the memories of a child/ who would dream and stare/ from that second story window/ that was my whole world/ it was all I knew/ like the hull the of a seed/ this old house cracked wide open/ and I flew..."

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