_Snow_ Fotografia Digitale, Bellezza, Figura umana, Digitale, 40x60cm Digitale volto donna neve beaty Inserita 11 anni fa 11 Mi piace Non piace più 4 Commenti 170 Visite Condividi Facebook Twitter Google + Piace a 11 Forma Artista - Belgrade, Serbia ZOA Artista - Vibo-Valentia Libra Larki Artista - Montréal, Canada Angela Loennig Artista - Athens, Grecia Enrica Caula Artista - Campobasso vittoria badaracco Artista - Genoa Anastasia Rapantzikou Artista - Athens, Grecia giulio micheletti Artista - Roma Fabio Cappellini Artista, Fotografo, Giornalista - Pistoia celestino sebastiao Artista - London, Regno Unito Nicci Artista, Designer, Pittore - Vienna, Austria Commenti 4 11 anni fa Libra Larki Artista Leaning into the Afternoons by Pablo Neruda http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWl4_SQ5t7g Leaning Into The Afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man's. I send out red signals across your absent eyes that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse. You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges. Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes. The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. The night gallops on its shadowy mare shedding blue tassels over the land. Pablo Neruda 11 anni fa Wanda D'Onofrio Artista bella bella 11 anni fa benny Artista bella 11 anni fa Nicci Artista, Designer, Pittore Brilliant! Inserisci commento E' necessario effettuare il login o iscriversi per inserire il commento Login
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWl4_SQ5t7g
Leaning Into The Afternoons
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.
The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.
Pablo Neruda
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