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A man I met during my trip in Tunisia a few months ago. He was waiting peacefully in the sand (full of seaweed). Although I took this picture in winter, the light was really strong, the sea behind was quite and the sand very white.
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Showing posts with label homeless. Show all posts
A Long Life Behind
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Old Woman
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By Carl Sandburg
The owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo
From building and battered paving-stone.
The headlight scoffs at the mist,
And fixes its yellow rays in the cold slow rain;
Against a pane I press my forehead
And drowsily look on the walls and sidewalks.
The headlight finds the way
And life is gone from the wet and the welter--
Only an old woman, bloated, disheveled and bleared.
Far-wandered waif of other days,
Huddles for sleep in a doorway,
Homeless.
(Poem's source: Repeatafterus.com)
PS : I met this woman
and her little dog in
Lisbon, Portugal.
God bless her Soul.
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Old Woman
.
By Carl Sandburg
The owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo
From building and battered paving-stone.
The headlight scoffs at the mist,
And fixes its yellow rays in the cold slow rain;
Against a pane I press my forehead
And drowsily look on the walls and sidewalks.
The headlight finds the way
And life is gone from the wet and the welter--
Only an old woman, bloated, disheveled and bleared.
Far-wandered waif of other days,
Huddles for sleep in a doorway,
Homeless.
(Poem's source: Repeatafterus.com)
PS : I met this woman
and her little dog in
Lisbon, Portugal.
God bless her Soul.
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