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mIkeschwaRz Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2014
Thx 4 the :+fav:
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Pajunen Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you for the +fav
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IgorVladi Featured By Owner May 31, 2014
Thanks for adding to favorites!
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Pajunen Featured By Owner May 29, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you for the +fav
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vw1956 Featured By Owner May 13, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
And thanks kindly for faving "Shining", too :huggle:
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vw1956 Featured By Owner May 13, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank You so much for the :star: on Lakeside Panorama by vw1956  :)
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IgorVladi Featured By Owner May 6, 2014
Thanks for adding to favorites!
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DavidKennard Featured By Owner May 6, 2014
Thanks for the watch, I see you enjoy IR and UV photography too, nice gallery!
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Mino-Sosimple Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014
Eka
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hyneige Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday Eka! A magical time for you!

La vie est cette râpe qui nous épluche

Peu à peu de nos âges de vie

Une couche à la fois ou plus

Comme l’écorce ivoire d’un bouleau.

 

L’enfance est emportée diaphane

Dans le vent de l’hiver fantôme.

La jeunesse s’envole en inaperçu,

Hier encore là, puis déjà passée.

 

Les rides glissent sur notre peau

Où le sable du temps s’écoule.

Notre temps est de ces hier

Qui nous réduisent à un ralenti.

 

Malgré le cœur un peu plus grand

Le réel se confond à l’irréel :

Pourquoi donc ce moins en moins

Avec tout ce bagage d’un vécu?

 

Le blizzard emporte les saisons du mitan

En voile de neige et poudrerie aveuglante

Et nous laisse en la pelure mince,

Si mince d’un âge juste un peu plus sage.

 

Et quand toutes les pelures sont parties,

Il reste cette toute dernière pelure

En transparence s’amincissant

Du grand âge qui finit de nous ronger.

 

Il restera nos os aux cimetières de l’oubli

Avec le senti des racines d’un bouleau

Dont l’écorce agite sa blanche prière

À ce vent qui nous a tout pris.

 

Quand notre demain est basculé

En arrière de nos pas plus lents,

La vie râpe et use nos pelures d’âge

Mais peut être restera-t-il notre âme!

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The life is this grater which peels us

Little by little of our ages of life

A layer at the same time or more

As ivory bark of a birch.

 

The childhood is taken away translucent

In the wind of the ghost winter.

The youth flies away in unnoticed,

Only yesterday there, then already past.

 

Wrinkles slide on our skin

Where the sand of time slides away.

Our time is of these yesterday

Which reduce us to a slow motion.

 

In spite of our little bigger heart

The reality becomes confused in the unreal:

So why this  less and less

With all this knowledge of a real-life experience?

 

The blizzard takes the seasons of the middle of life

In  blinding veil of snow

And leaves us in the thin peel,

So thin of an just little wiser age.

 

And when all the peels left,

There is this quite last peel

In transparency getting thinner

Of the old age which finishes eating away at us.

 

There will be our bones in the cemeteries of the forgetting

With the touch of the roots of a birch

Whose bark shakes its white prayer

In this wind which took everything to us.

 

When our tomorrow is stripped

At the back of our slowest steps,

The life grates and uses our peels of age

But can being he will stay our soul!


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