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| Marisa Livet | profile | all galleries >> All My Galleries >> Elsewhere - Countries and Towns I have liked >> France through my eyes >> Being away.... | tree view | thumbnails | slideshow |
 I have already been here before, maybe.. |
 It doesn't matter where, but at sunset |
 Here comes the moon. |
 Also underground trains feel like coming out |
 and runnimg away freely in a summer evening. |
 I remain here, where there is nothing left, but a name |
 A double direction to follow... |
 The only purpose is reaching the ocean |
 Before it goes away... |
 To find the ocean, one has to know its address... |
 Knocking a window, if there is not any door... |
 The following step is finding a door |
 Getting closer to find the way |
 Pushing the wooden panel to get a hint |
 And unexpected metamorphoses might happen |
 Were you waiting for me? |
 A presence disturbed my guide. I'll keep on searching alone |
 A maze? An itinerary already traced? |
 Just a little bit closer. The answer might be behind an ajar window |
 Among the petals of a lonesome flower |
 Inside the secret corner of an obsolete courtyard |
 A respectable knight in upper position can see forever |
 An open door might lead to a closed one |
 Reading others' mail can't be a clue |
 Friendly hermits have doubts ...And if the way was just following the flock of tourists? |
 No, it was a mistake. We all have to trace our own path |
 Louis Adhémar Thimotée, captain of filibusters, will give me his precious advice. |
 "O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done" |
 But the sun is sometimes too strong and dazzling |
 I lost my way in a Gothic maze... |
 Call me either secular or profane, but I think pirates are more qualified to teach me the direction to the ocean |
 Actually circumstancial evidences are appearing |
 I'm progressing, signs are not deceiving... |
 The closest place to the sky is the attic |
 If King Arthur is absent, I might always have a drink |
 I'm not a pirate, I'm an artist, but often it's nearly the same. |
 One can find a sparkle of wisdom in unexpected places |
 And suddenly here it comes, in its powerful beauty... |
 Or was it just an illusion? |
 They come, they go...Eternity begins and ends with the ocean's tides. |
 The ocean left the island sleeping alone in the sand |
 Walking from an island to a pirate town in a golden sunset |
 Magic of reflections makes all people disappear |
 Now I know you'll always come back, so it's less bitter to see you going away. |
 Your waves are not deep enough to let my pirate ship sail away right now |
 The ocean seems to be lost again and the sun is running after it |
 What are you looking for, when you leave? What are you looking for when you come back? |
 Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better |
 Capturing a sunset |
 Capturing a sunset |
 Capturing a sunset |
 Open window over promising horizon |
 Unusual encounters in a foggy Atlantic morning |
 A beginning of answer comes out from the mist |
 It's enjoyable to end a story by its dawn, instead of by its sunset. |
 The ocean has found its temporary balance, it speaks with the quiet voice of serenity |
 The final word is not necessarily "The End" |
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