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"I used to love the darkness But the sun is my new best friend As soon as I embraced him He put my misery to an end."Terry Guillemets "The time just before dawn contains the most energy of all hours of the day. This has helped me become an early riser and an early doer.... When I wake to see that it's light out already, I feel the world has started without me."Terry Guillemets Visit

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"While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see."  ~Dorothea LangeVisit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :)

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"Let's not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it."  ~Vincent Van Gogh, 1889Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :)

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Like the sky opens after a rainy day we must open to ourselves.... Learn to love yourself for who you are and open so the world can see you shine.  ~James Poland Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :)

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 "Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet."  ~Roger Miller "You can see a lot by just looking" ~Yogi Berra Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :) 

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"And remember, no matter where you go, there you are."  ~Confucius Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :)

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"Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true."  ~Robert Brault Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :) 

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"Never be bullied into silence.  Never allow yourself to be made a victim.  Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."  ~Harvey Fierstein Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :) 

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Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts.  ~Charles Dickens

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Always when judging Who people are, Remember to footnote The words "So far."~Robert Brault Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :) 

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The impossible is often the untried.  ~Jim Goodwin For more stunning reflections go to: Weekend Reflections :)

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The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.  ~Ayn Rand Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :) 

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 Montevideo - Uruguay (Rio de la Plata) Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :)

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Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :)

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"All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.  I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve.  I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.  It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my

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Although I stopped believing long agoTo the Virgin Mary and her son I pleadedKneeling, I looked straight at their paintingWith an open and confident heart Aware that things do happen for a reasonNot so ready to accept what it isNot so sure of my will to keep trying I didn’t prayI didn’t promiseBut I asked…Even though I was a nonbeliever Childhood memories brought me back to them…An urgent

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During warm summer nights Once the sun said Goodbye And the moon said Hello The fireflies light their lanterns To compete with the stars With wide open eyes And a jar in their hands The hunt begins It is time to run fast! When the chasers get too close Fireflies prompt each other Flashing Morse code signals That the race is getting tight Children jump up and down All

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"Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree.  In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall. " ~Larry Wilde Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love! ~Hamilton Wright Mabie For more stunning reflections go to: Weekend Reflections :)

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"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." ~Kahlil Gibran   "The poetry of the earth is never dead." ~John Keats "The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man." ~Author Unknown "Joy all creatures drinkAt nature's bosoms..." ~Friedrich von Schiller, "Ode to Joy," 1785 Pictures

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Each spoken word said with ill intention Aiming to suffocate the dimmest self-esteem remains Turning upside down an already broken world Crying, crying, silently crying… Feeling that life is over That nothing else really matters Trust dishonored Confidence wiped out Nothing left to the imagination None to assume Plenty to digest Crying, crying, silently

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   Experimenting with reflections My daughter and I taking a little ride :) For more stunning reflections go to: Weekend Reflections :)

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 "The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life."  ~William Faulkner To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.  ~Schumann Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :) Want to see more of my

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During winter time I long for what is notHowling to the moonFor I was left alone I plea to the cold windTo freeze my heart Until the next spring To be awakened by the dandelions And then fly away… © Gabriela Abalo Written for Magpie Tales – #43 - click the link to enjoy more wonderful contributions :)

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 JealousyAn awful advisorThat leaves you by yourself Heartbroken and grieving For what was notFor what was lostFor what it really was… © Gabriela Abalo Poem submitted to One Shot Wednesday - click on the provided link to enjoy more wonderful poets! 

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We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.  ~Thornton Wilder  8/11/2010 @6:00 am (sunrise)  8/11/2010 @6:05 am (sunrise) 8/11/2010 @9:30 am   8/11/2010 sunset  8/11/2010 sunset  8/11/2010 sunset reflection 8/11/2010 sunset  reflection After so many years of hard work I finally managed to

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Yes, I am the oneThat messes upFrequently misunderstood Usually unpopular A believer and a sinner A seeker forever exploringA permanent work in progress An unwritten story A trouble maker… With unexpected tactics Free, disobedient, astonishing Yes, I am the oneAsking for nothingGiving everything In love with lifeA bit bizarre The crazy one Yes, I am the oneSo

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I think a photography class should be a requirement in all educational programsbecause it makes you see the world rather than just look at it. ~Author Unknown   My portraits are more about me than they are about the people I photograph.  ~Richard Avedon

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Clumsy hands moving up and downHaunted fingertips infinitely countingFor every pearl a tear dropped For every tear a pearl counted Memories attached Feelings concealed Plenty to reveal Symbol of purity and renovationA continuous prompt to be sincereAn urge to remain dignified A push to keep searching for happiness The perfect gift she has ever received From

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 Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson  Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.  ~John Muir The most beautiful view is the one I share with you.  ~Author Unknown Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :)

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Puerto del Buceo - Montevideo - Uruguay For more stunning reflections go to: Weekend Reflections

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Magic Sunset "What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!"  ~Logan Pearsall Smith "Adopt the pace of nature:  her secret is patience."  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson " I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in."  ~George Washington Carver "The poetry of the earth is never

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“Hi, I’m back!” she said looking at Annie’s face with relief. The lack of answer didn’t bother her at all, and without an invitation, she sat at the edge of the stone and then resumes the conversation. “She kicked me out of the house again, this is the third time she’s done that” - she pauses and after taking a deep breath continues saying - “I don’t know what to do, I’m tired of fighting! I

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Silver smoke blurring your visionNoisy TV distracting your mindShallow books keeping you busyDetached, isolated, standing apart Unable to forgive or forget the past Bitterness poisoning your feelingsIncapable of showing loveAbsent from life, inaccessible Unaware of your greatness Master of pain and resent Forever a victim you remain Weeping past events   

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Every day is Earth Day  Sunrise Visit Skywatch Friday for more stunning skies :)

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Awesome!!! I've been awarded with "The Perfect Poet Award"   :) Thank you Jingle, and all the other wonderful poets!! Silence<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <!--[endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>

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Mirror, mirror of my soul Please tell me why you howl Every time I look at you Why are you playing games with me?I dislike what you revealPlease reflect only nice things Just the ones I like to see Mirror, mirror of my soul Let’s create a better worldJust by changing our approachWhen reflecting what we see Let’s get undressed Throw away our prejudicesTear up

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One moment of prideUnmasked the disgraceful lust Releasing the auto imposed sloth Impetus envy and gluttony were the driving forceUnleashing the wrath hidden within Greedily buried and contained I became an outcastA skeptical sinnerForever to walk on my ownCondemned to eternal damnationUnless I repent But I am just a

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 Crab - Arroyo Maldonado - La Barra - Uruguay Child playing - Atlantic Ocean - Piriapolis - Uruguay Check more amazing reflections at: Weekend reflections

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  Same place - different days Rio de la Plata - Montevideo - Uruguay Go to http://skyley.blogspot.com/, to see who else posted, today.

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Didn’t make the front pageAnother statistic  Just one more factA name added on the listA casualty soon to be forgotten Yes I do…I said while soaked in tearsNot for love but fearPain kept me enslavedFright left me emptyIn and out I was broken A lethal kiss sealed the dealYou in black, I in whitePredator and preyGambling with deathKeeping the act until the end I could have asked for helpI should

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Same place - different days Sunset view from my seating-room - Montevideo - Uruguay Go to http://skyley.blogspot.com/, to see who else posted, today.

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Whispers of the soulChanting of the heartTribulations of the mindGuide my fingers to writeOpen up, don’t be afraidEverything will be OK Transmuting feelings into wordsLetting them go and beClearing the foliage of my beingTenderly falling like autumn leavesLanding on my fingertipsWho in trance, dance and type  Without asking why An open heart, bleeding

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I am an eternal freakThe keeper of an everlasting mysteryWhich is the secret of my vanishing grim?Light or darkness makes a differenceSometimes you see itSometimes you don’t Games of your mindMirror of your emotionsI am me and I am youA light hearted-womanOr a Hermaphrodite?To hold the enigma Is my stigma I am my master in disguise If you really look you can

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  Why am I left alone?I am feeling abandonedOn my very own I was in her wombFrom her I was born Where shall I go?What did I do wrong?Doesn’t she love me anymore?Where has she gone?I don’t want to be alone! What is going on?I want to be homePlease don’t be coldI really need your warmthDon’t put me on hold You are the motherThat doesn’t botherFor any other than

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Je pence Out of commonsenseTo built a fenceFor my defense Don’t be tenseI know I’m intense But please don’t take offenseBased on false pretense Please, hold the suspenseAnd all your incenseUntil your sense Understands my self-defense My abhorrence And abstinence Aren’t a coincidenceI’m lacking the confidenceThat will make the difference My innocenceAnd inexperienceWere busted by your

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Both pictures were taken in Salto @ Rio Uruguay - Uruguay

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Hear well what I have to say Today is the day That I choose to go away I’m gonna play So take me on your shay To the city of Bombay Don’t be dismay Don’t start to pray Don’t try to run away Don’t refuse to obey Just make my day And be my date today © Gabriela Abalo Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.

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 Sunset - Montevideo- Uruguay   Sunset - Montevideo- Uruguay <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <!--[endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>

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Maria’s heart howls in pain, resentment and a bunch of contradictory emotions. An injured heart can be unreasonable sometimes and lead to do things that may later cause regrets and more pain. Emotional wounds need to bleed, clearing out all the poisoning feelings, draining away bitterness and rage. Writing allows her to express her emotions without causing any collateral damage. She is aware

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Walking life paths Some with their head very high Others with their head down Some walking slow Others hiking as fast as they can Some seeing a light at the end of the tunnel Others noticing the brightness all way through To not so few, everything is black and white While to others it is a matter of perspective Several are disturbed by the diverts of the path Whereas quite a number enjoy the

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Feeling out of place Craving for familiar faces Longing for warm welcomes Aching for the sense of belonging Trying to keep it together Defeated? Isolated? Anxious? Not at all! A warrior of light never gives up A warrior of love is never alone But a warrior is always challenged Invited to look within It isn’t easy to start anew Walking through unknown paths Holding faith very tight Allowing

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That distressing nightIt wasn’t pretty lightBut I still wanted to writeMany verses in spiteRaising my voice like a kiteAnd with all my mightI wrote my runeTo recite it to the moonDuring the month of JuneThat was coming very soonAnd needed to be in tuneWith my upsetting afternoonLooking at the starsWhile hearing the guitarsI devoured all my chocolate barsAs if they could cure my scarsA tune to the

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I took this picture during a fishing trip - Lower Zambezi - ZambiaLovely, tender and caring hands – such are the hands of my manEnjoy more reflections at: Weekend reflections

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Sunrise - Rio de la Plata - Montevideo - UruguayThe sky, the city and the port - Rio de la Plataand then the rain came...I captured these images for SkyWatch Friday© Gabriela Abalo

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Tell me; oh tell me my dearWhat I want to hear!Come, come nearCan you see my tear?Whispers in my earThings I don’t want to hearTruths I fearMatters that aren’t clearStop, stop… please don’t disappearI will try to be sincereSo please reappearand tell me all about yesteryearWhy are you too severe?I’m not acting weird!I’m full of revereAnd not at all insincereI know you will persevereUntil I’m

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I love reflections... they give a different perspective of things.They are universal whispers telling us that not everything is black and white.Some weeks ago I was asked to take some pictures of the Palacio Salvo, a building that doesn't attract me at all, but I found a different way to portrait it... through some reflections:Follow this link: Weekend Reflections to see many more!

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I stare at you from afar,Like a thief I hide and surveyI wonder how happy you truly areI muse how devoted you really areI ponder how you can live like that...Without a thought I walked away from my hiding placeNo longer aware that I may be seenI get closer to the window that is keeping you awayLooking through and devouring your imageHating the disguising clothes hiding your exquisite figureWith

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Searching for reasons?...“Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.”- C.S. Lewis“Prejudices are what fools use for reason.”- Voltaire“The way to see by Faith is to shut the Eye of Reason.”- Benjamin Franklin“The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.”- Blaise Pascal“The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to

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… And that is what she did for the very last time in her earthy life… she bit an apple before choking to dead…What a derisive way to die… so simple, so unexpected and so unbelievable. She didn’t even like apples at all, but had gotten this one to eat while trying to swallow the idea that her name wasn’t appearing anymore in the magazine… that it wasn’t a nightmare but the unbearable truth…

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Home, sweet homeAll I ever dream for and beyondHeart pounding, pulse risingContentment overwhelming the being A sense of peaceThe wonder of believingthat dreams do come trueThe astonishment of seeingthat they really doOnce again I’m a small childwith wide open eyessparkling and shining like two starson the open sky of my happy faceA free spirit, a dreamer, a believerDevoid of past and

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I want to paint the world with lively colors, full of hope and understanding.I want to brush away all conflicts, global warming, sadness and unkindnessI want to inspire confidence, trust, freedom and creativityI want to paint all the unseen things so that the rest of the world can enjoy their beautyI want to brush away the general indifference and unconsciousnessI want to surprise the world and

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The pics on this post are part of the photos I’m taking for my photography course (the one I started two weeks ago). The set I’m presenting here were taken at the Parque Rodo, a very popular park located on the shore of Rio de la Plata in Montevideo. This park was built around 1900 and its main attraction is its permanent fair.Through my pictures I’m trying to show a different perspective of the

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Brown talks about permanence, consistency and approachability.It whispers about Mother Earth and connects us with her.Browns give us a sense of feeling safe, neat and wholesomeness…Some of my awesome browns life moments:A monkey iron sculpture at a Lusaka craft market… I love the way the monkey is seated,overlooking the whereabouts of the market activities.The small guy that takes care of my

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She is fed up, sick and tired, ready to give up… How on earth is she going to stop people from breaking in into her small flower shop? They never steal anything, they just force the lock, place a few things out of place and then go… Her instincts tell her that the teenagers of the neighborhood have something to do with it. But she can’t prove it and therefore there is nothing she can do.At the

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Where is light there is love...Open your mind, open your heart, leave all fears and beliefs behindBe adventurous, get ready to be surprised...there is beauty in everything...Let me share with you some of the beauty I captured with my cameraDid you ever ask someone to capture the light?Your life is something opaque, not transparent, as long as you look at it in an ordinary human way. But if you

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Every day at daybreak she gets out of her double bed and slowly walks around it to the other side. Once there, she mechanically opens the bed, sits at the edge of the mattress, raises her legs and lies down. Slowly she slides her feet in-between the cold silky sheets, immediately her warm body starts to tremble, instinctively reacting to the chilly sheets. After getting in, she takes almost a

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Hope, dreams, faith, happinessFears, disbelief, skepticismUp and down like a roller-coasterWalking blindedSearching for a place to restWithdrawing to a solitary space deep withinHolding the will to escapeEmbracing the wish to stayUp and down like a roller-coasterBreathing deep… searching for the selfRemembering and accepting who I amKnowing that nothing is lostAware that I am at the right placeUp

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At a tender age I used to believe thatLove was like wolf-peaches...LusciousPoisonous in a palatable packageBright, shiny and very suspiciousPlanted as a curiosity but not to be eatenJust a bite was enough to kill an innocent heartAs I was maturing I started to muse aboutLove ups and downs,The superstitions and protective beliefsAll just fences of skeptical heartsNow, I have come to learn,

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A charcoal-man on his way to Lusaka MarketWhenever we go on a safari heading out of Lusaka or driving early in the morning, there are two things that are common to the landscape, the stunning sunrise and the charcoal-men bicycling towards town.Foreigners love to take pictures of both, one for the beauty and the other for its originality – you don’t usually see in developed countries a medium

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It was time to pack her things away, the grieving period was over. They all needed to move on with their lives and holding onto her belongings wasn’t helping at all.She placed some boxes on top of her grandma’s bed and after taking a deep breath she heads towards the old Chinese closet.Her grandma loved Chinese things, everything in her home was from China – fake or original… it didn’t matter as

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A fan at a Rugby game - Cape Town - South Africa vs France - June 2010Cape Town - a burnt ship - June 2010 Saturday Soccer - American School - Lusaka - Zambia - May 2010Village girl - Lower Zambezi - Zambia - May 2010Sunrise -Rio de la Plata - Montevideo Uruguay - Feb 2010A zambian housefly - somewhere in my garden At my kitchen - May 2009

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Finding it was unexpected; he had forgotten it still existed and was taken aback by the power it still holds on him…A simple toothbrush, a plain boring useless one … but to him it used to be much more than that.Brown, cheap, made out of plastic, a fake ergonomic left-handed version that didn’t fit his hand and the depression of his thumb as many of the really good ones do. He had to keep

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I am who I am and I am who I'm not…A free spirit teasing life, challenging boundaries, breaking the rules…Embracing individualism, celebrating differences…In love with myself, in love with othersI am who I am and I am who I'm notPart and parcel of the same energyExperimenting, remembering, experiencing, living…I am who I am and I am who I'm notHeart-broken, distant, shameless, distractedFeeling,

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A razor… two talesOne as the cutting blade of a thrilling thieveThe other as the master tool of a great chefBoth in FranceBlade’s talesOf taste and passionOffering to the godsTo Ambrosia the foodTo Hades the bloodA foolish loveA selfish passionRazor blade cutting the edgeof two worldsof two obsessionsof two soulsenslaved by fervorSuch was the razor’s fatebut to execute it masters desiresJust a

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I have ran out of wordsI have gone deep insideI have surrenderedI have left expectations behindMelancholy, nostalgiaAnxiety, uneasinessDisconcerted….Walking by unknown pathsBreathing unfamiliar aromasTouching strange sitesSensing odd moresIn transitImpassive, alertAttentive, conscientiousTrying to let go…Setting free all despairsGoing with life tempoYielding to the momentumIn transit!© 2010

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The wind is blowing, not to strong not to annoying, but constantly blowing and blowing, and while doing so, as it passes through my hair it whispers in my ear: “It is time to go…. go… go…”The struggling sun is trying to push the clouds away, but they are resisting very hard. It is their time to reign and conquer the sky, thus fighting back to stay. As I keep walking slowly by the pathway, I

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She kept looking and looking at the stone bust. Despite all her efforts she couldn’t stop staring at it. The face’s expression was too compelling and distressful to be ignored. She has been working at the Museum for almost twenty years; her restoration work was well known around the world, as she has successfully restored many great and valuable pieces.She did her work with pleasure, treating

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Every time I try to remember something from my past, my memories get distorted and camouflage themselves in-between unorganized snapshots of what could have been. It’s as if I’m not supposed to remember things as they really happened.In general I have difficulties evoking anything from the past, I can remember the big picture but I can’t recall the details of any specific situation. I remember

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Tired but excitedAfter walking and walkingNever stoppingJust moving and movingTapping with changesJumping into opportunitiesRunning after loveTiptoeing into the unknownThe journey isn’t overA story is being writtenMoment after momentStep by stepWhile walking and walking© 2010 Gabriela AbaloThis post is a submission to Magpie Tales #16, writing on a theme of the above illustrated shoes.

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(To my dear friend Tag)A will to liveA fight to stay aroundA desire to see another tomorrowA joy to be aliveA refusal to give upA cry for another chanceLiving, breathing…Not only existingBut lively living!Dancing with lifeSinging with GodEmbracing loveDealing with painFacing the unknownAccepting what it is…Rejoicing timeBewitching chancesConquering fearsBlessing the momentsGripping each

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What will happen if today…….:• I misbehave?• I remove my mask and stop pretending?• I do things without thinking twice or its consequences or what the others may say?• I act as if I have the same innocence and the same will for adventure that I had when I was 6 years old?• I’m spontaneous and I forget everything I have learnt?• I call a friend to tell her how much I love and miss her and that I

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Be careful how you interpret the world: It is like that.~Erich HellerThe moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. ~Henry Miller We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. ~Anaïs NinThere's an alternative. There's always a third way, and it's not a combination of the other

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(a girl from Ethiopia)I can’t stop thinking about what I heard the other day on TV, where they were covering the life of the street children of Nepal, someone described them as: “The invisible people”.Those worlds are still reverberating in my mind all along since then, as they do not sound right and are very disturbing.Street children are the sons and daughters of poverty, development,

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Out there with my fishing gear,ready to catch, grab and fishall the chances without fearAware, attentive and ready,to retort if needed.Patiently waitingand perseveringtrying, chancingbreathing .A common pursuitA common dreamAn individual attemptAn individual chaseAn individual rewardTaking a momentenjoying the flashBecoming onewith timeChanging my colors like the skyFlowing like the riverSettling

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©Quino/Ediciones de la flor Buenos AiresHow do we know that the sky is not green and we are all colour-blind?~Author UnknownWhat is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.~Jane Wagner,Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.~John LennonI have a very firm grasp on reality! I can reach out and strangle it any time!~Author UnknownReality is not always probable, or likely.~Jorge Luis

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The beginning of the end… an unspoken commotion of the self, that is holding, grasping and breathing deeply so as not to fall into desperation. A halfheartedly attempt to clutch myself to the well known paths I am used to walk… while feeling disappointed of my own fears.Sweating, trembling, hesitating and doubting like a child that is facing the biggest test of her life. The uncontainable need to

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Don’t you dare put me down!Don’t even try to tell me I can’t do it!Don’t attempt to convince me I'm not good enough!Don’t push me down!InsteadDo tell me that I can turn every situation into an opportunityDo show me that willpower and perseverance can take me placesDo have faith that I can make it and that the sky isn’t the limitDo love me just the way I am…But if you can’t do as I ask,then…Don’t

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There are two types of abuse, physical and emotional abuse. Everything can be abused, nature, people, animals, situations, etc, etc. The extent of the damage caused by the abuse varies as it directly depends on how and to whom or what the abuse is inflicted.Sometimes abuse provokes reactions and triggers positive results, as it forces someone to stand by himself/herself. But more often than not,

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When I’m gone, all that will be left behind will be memories, great, good and bad memories… but, just memories, kept and told by those remembering me.The material world I fought so hard to build, upgrade and sustain will become an asset to be distributed among my relatives; some may go to charity while others may be sold to strangers. The minute I breathe my very last gulp of air, all the things

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I’m off to Ethiopia to discover the land of Lalibela, famous for its 12th century, rock-hewn churches.While I’m away, I invite you to travel through my blog and discover my older posts.Some recommendations:Tomas the graveyard keeperWho are we fooling?Keeping the actA walk in the wildIn the name of GodSee you next week!!loveNlightGabiI'm back!!! you are more than welcome to look at some of my

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Choices, choices and more choices, life is full of them…. getting married or divorced, changing houses or countries, starting a new job or leaving one, becoming a parent or staying childless. Forgiving someone or staying bitter, going after a dream or saying no to an opportunity. Starting a new healthy life style or becoming an addict. Keeping the same job forever, staying in an unhappy

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It is Monday again!!Monday here you are full of choices and power… for me to decide what to do with you.Here you are, please don’t go away so fast or too slow,allow me to enjoy you.Monday, I love Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays, but also I love Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays… and there again Monday comes again.Please don’t go away!loveNlightGabi

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“Hi, I’m back!” she said looking at Annie’s face with relief. The lack of answer didn’t bother her at all, and without an invitation, she sat at the edge of the stone and then resumes the conversation.“She kicked me out of the house again, this is the third time she’s done that” - she pauses and after taking a deep breath continues saying - “I don’t know what to do, I’m tired of fighting! I don’t

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