Lost in the eyes of wonder

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Lost in the eyes of wonder. Lost in the indescribable beauty of Nature. The sky, the clouds, the smell of fresh air. The leaves, the rocks, the flowers drawn with the colors of a painter. Nothing is left to do, but to give pleasure for the eye. Deaf ears for the words of a stupid conversation, but intensely concentrated, ready to hear the speech of the wise wind.

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I went out for a walk and took the camera with me. I was inspired and the only thing I was thinking about is to take lots of pictures, work on them, admire their details and stare at the contrast that they own. I walked a lot and looked around me, searching for my next prey to catch. And when I arrived at the top of the hill. When I arrived at my destination and my journey was ended, only then I understood that at the end of that path, everything was about to start.

That landscape was breathless. It would have been the main character of a best seller. The lover that every men desire of. That outstanding dress made exactly for your body type. Yet for that long and interminable moments, I let it free. I didn’t look through the lens. I didn’t press that button and frame the picture on that digital screen. I just looked. And admired. I felt blessed knowing that I was one of the few people left that could still enjoy the beauty of what this life has given to us. Deaf and dumb I was standing there. I gave pleasure to the eye as much as it fulfilled my heart.

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“there’s no chance

at all:

we are all trapped

by a singular

fate.”

Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

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“I will remember the kisses

our lips raw with love

and how you gave me

everything you had

and how I

offered you what was left of

me,

and I will remember your small room

the feel of you

the light in the window

your records

your books

our morning coffee

our noons our nights

our bodies spilled together

sleeping

the tiny flowing currents

immediate and forever

your leg my leg

your arm my arm

your smile and the warmth

of you

who made me laugh

again.”

Charles Bukowski

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