To a butterfly…. (via androxa)

To A Butterfly I've watched you now a full half-hour, Self-poised upon that yellow flower; And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! – not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth […]

Time .. I need more time…. (via androxa)

Still so little time for anything…dont get a chance even to login here or anywhere….still setting up the kitchen ,interviews,menu planning,costpricing …morning till night…but getting more customers allready and and getting great feedback ..I also go to customers and have a small chat …very laid back and gives a personal touch.. So again goodbye and […]

I am not really here…. (via androxa)

Got lucky..through circumstances got a day off today …so only catching up a little…probaly will be a week again before I am back again here… Eat well Roxana incaunipocrit alicegeorgiana alice cristi haicasepoate.eu haicasepoate ivanuska innerspacejournal linkping papornitacuvorbe romanianstampnews my love rokssana my darling the one schtiel theodora0303 vis-si-realitate vizualw … Read More via androxa

Miercurea fara cuvinte…16…Capturing without words… (via androxa)

Wordless wednesday starts here rokssana alicegeorgiana incaunipocrit alice mirelapete schtiel blogulise filumenie papornitacuvorbe griska patranoiudana clipedecluj cristi diversediversificate ivanuska klausen1976 linkping lunapatrata romanianstampnews poorbuthonest roxana ruxandra teonegura theodora0303 vizualw vania … Read More via androxa

I feel sorry…. (via androxa)

I feel sorry By Marin Sorescu 1936–1996 Marin Sorescu Translated By Ioana Russell-Gebbett I feel sorry for the butterflies When I turn off the light, And for the bats When I switch it on . . . Can’t I take a single step Without offending someone? So many odd things happen That I want to […]

SUKHI BARBER…. (via androxa)

SOURCE Sukhi’s sculptures are intended to bridge the cultures of East and West. Embodying the peace and compositional balance of ancient devotional art, they represent complex philosophical ideas with a simplicity and clarity that renders them accessible to the Western viewer. Exploring themes of hidden potentials, and the transcendence of our limiting view of a […]

Voyage into my mind… (via androxa)

 You can stare forever at the diamond black sky, You can think you know everything there is to know, And then there is more, The greatest universe to conquer, Is not in the blue glowing heavens, That spills over into golden lights, That shine beyond time, Then they drift farther away, And the universe expands, […]

A Slumber did my Spirit Seal…. (via androxa)

A Slumber did my Spirit Seal By William Wordsworth 1770–1850 A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and […]

They say she is veiled… (via androxa)

They say she is veiled and a mystery. That is one way of looking. Another is that she is where she always has been, exactly in place, and it is we, we who are mystified, we who are veiled and without faces. SOURCE rokssana alicegeorgiana incaunipocrit cristi griska haicasepoate haicasepoate.eu lunapatrata mirelapete papornitacuvorbe romanianstampnews theodora0303 […]

She is a book… (via androxa)

She is a breathing book each night I touch her pages delicately turn to find her heart in letters written by her hand… Scent of vanilla soft and sensuous unveiling another thought another smiling memory another intimate piece of her… And I read with such abandon across her pages my fingers trailing her soft paper […]

The Sea and the Hills… (via androxa)

The Sea and the Hills Who hath desired the Sea? — the sight of salt water unbounded — The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded? The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing — Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed […]

Veiled in Stardust… (via androxa)

Through the mist she steps, Golden rings shining on her toes, Bejeweled fingers gently sweeping the dew away as they glide in her wake… “She’s walking on the water again,“ they say. She’s walking on the water, She’s plucking the strings, that she is – She’s pulling them forward, She’s pushing them away, Yet how […]

The redbreast….. (via androxa)

The Redbreast By Charlotte Richardson 1775–1825 Charlotte Richardson Cold blew the freezing northern blast, And winter sternly frowned; The flaky snow fell thick and fast, And clad the fields around. Forced by the storm’s relentless power, Emboldened by despair, A shivering redbreast sought my door, Some friendly warmth to share. ‘Welcome, sweet bird!’ I fondly […]