Showing posts with label ville. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ville. Show all posts
I took this photo in Athens, Greece, with the Acropolis just behind me... Mount Lycabettus is a Cretaceous limestone hill in Athens, Greece. At 277 meters (908 feet) above sea level, the hill (also known as Lycabettos or Lykabettos) is the highest point in the city that surrounds it. Pine trees cover its base, and at its peak are the 19th century Chapel of St. George, a theatre, and a restaurant.
(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10)
Something Strange
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A view of Brussels from my Balcony
with a slight manipulation :)
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I wrote the following poem in 2003,
it's only available in French, sorry about that...
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Mégapole
Par Ben Heine
Des rayons de verre et d'acier m'aveuglent,
Des reflets hurlent et transpercent l'horizon.
Des cubes de toutes dimensions s'élèvent.
Pas de verdure au pied de ces temples modernes.
Un vent de matière inerte surgit.
Je marche sur le sol sombre.
Cherchant une voie dans l'espace,
Près de ces masses qui m'enlacent.
Puis un soleil brûlant soudain scintille.
Une joie intense m'irradie,
Et brise la mélancolie citadine,
J'ai envie de sourire à la vie.
with a slight manipulation :)
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I wrote the following poem in 2003,
it's only available in French, sorry about that...
.
Mégapole
Par Ben Heine
Des rayons de verre et d'acier m'aveuglent,
Des reflets hurlent et transpercent l'horizon.
Des cubes de toutes dimensions s'élèvent.
Pas de verdure au pied de ces temples modernes.
Un vent de matière inerte surgit.
Je marche sur le sol sombre.
Cherchant une voie dans l'espace,
Près de ces masses qui m'enlacent.
Puis un soleil brûlant soudain scintille.
Une joie intense m'irradie,
Et brise la mélancolie citadine,
J'ai envie de sourire à la vie.
Put the Volume Up !
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The Pulse Beat of Life
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By Darrell
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The sound of music drifts into the street,
the beat beat beat,
crowds of faces come and go,
drifting along with the night’s flow,
some feel high,
some feel low,
some are here to put on a show,
others are just trying to let go,
some are looking for someone to know,
someone to hold,
to feel less cold,
but they all just tryin to walk life’s long road.
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By Darrell
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The sound of music drifts into the street,
the beat beat beat,
crowds of faces come and go,
drifting along with the night’s flow,
some feel high,
some feel low,
some are here to put on a show,
others are just trying to let go,
some are looking for someone to know,
someone to hold,
to feel less cold,
but they all just tryin to walk life’s long road.
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(The poem appeared on Visionofspirit.gaia.com)
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PS : This is a photo I took
by night in the centre of Brussels.
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by night in the centre of Brussels.
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