It's harder..

It is harder to kill a phantom than a reality

Virgina Woolf

Fighters at the park..

I went to the park... while i was taking some new photos, I saw them... emerging from cold, muddy waters and beginning a crazy fight. I shot them many times… their quarrel...but when i left my camera and watch at them, they stayed quiet, as if they would be just fallen trunks…

Later I realized they were gazing, listening…
They knew something was going to happen.. and it did..
They sighed satisfied, they had succeeded this time...

They returned to centre of earth, ready for the next battle..

autumnal shadows..

Thinking how much I missed autumn, i was walking near home when I found a bare wall, a window..
I closed my eyes, tightly, and I saw them..
fragile dry leaves, ready to be taken by a breeze…
When I opened my eyes again, only the bright sun
was shining at that wall..
But my soul was fulfilled with autumnal shadows

four worlds..

A world in a drop..
Four worlds at a universe..
Millions of universes just dancing at this wonderful earth..
ready to invite us to dance with them..

leaves heard..

"..but memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs in the wind and then is heard no more...." words of K Gibran..
Here, at the old hospital at Arles, these leaves will always be heard... they keep the memory, the soul of the one who painted this same place in all beauty, with all feelings: Vincent Van Gogh..

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