Warm
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Joseph Kosma
´I tornaré a Girona
Quan bufi tramontana
Per perdre’m en silenci
Pels vells carrers que enyoro.
I tornaré a Girona
Sense esperar que em cridin
Amb tremolor a les cames
I els ulls oberts com llunes.
Serà un dia de somni
Quan tornaré a Girona´
“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”
Oscar Wilde
La Pesquera
Pretty in Pink
This is a little entry a homage to my beautiful daughter, pictures taken the lasts days of Summer, after she found out her exam results. Sometimes we fight, we argue a lot but there are a few precious times when we connect so deeply... The More she grows the more I treasure her personality too.
I can't write very well hence probably why I take picures, i found a way to share and express emotions I can't with words, as cheap or pretentious as it might be to quote Shakespeare night is catching up on me and I can't find right now or think of a better poem for her or to cuddle this pictures of her.
I hope you like them.I have tried to give them a continuty through colour, a way to express the end of Summer and the beginning of Autumn.
Thank you for visiting I hope you enjoy my work.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
