like a treasure hunt ...
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I must have forgotten my compass there.
You know, I touch the fate that is not mine.
It's like touching the antique piece from the old century.
It's timid to disappear when you touch it.
Concretely, but inaccessible as happiness ... it was waiting.
In my hands like crazy, crazy.
At that moment I had two choices, like the eagles that came to 40 years old
I would either die, or I would suffer the rebirth.
Anyway I guess I just forgot then.
That's why I feel hungry and lost.
I can not make abstract sentences because of my English. A poem was an attempt, but failed. You can be sure that it looks much more meaningful when I write it in my own language. :)
Thank you again for reading it anyway. I always feel lucky to have friends like you.
still feels chilled. damn right sure your native language would have painted the beauty in full
I think it translated beautifully.
Great shot, love the shallow depth of field and how you've front focussed as much as possible!
I'm impressed when anyone writes in a second language. It is far superior to mine. If I wrote a post in French (the second language I must have some grasp of) it would look like it was written by someone in primary school.
The photo speaks so many words :)
Where is the fail?? Oh my goodness....it's never a fail to write.....I understand your poem to mean someone at a cross roads who can go to the left of the right....that they are in a desperate situation to have changes made in their life yet somehow feel out of control of it.
Your photo is a perfect accompaniment for the poem. The statue has no control over itself, it's empty and sterile, naked and most likely stuck to a base.
You deserve a prize :)
aww thank you so much dear friend :)