To nobody

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When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d
with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for
me that follow’d,
And else when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still
I was not happy,
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health,
refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,
When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing bathed,
laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy,
O then each breath tasted sweeter, and all that day my food
nourish’d me more, and the beautiful day pass’d well,
And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at evening came my friend,
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as directed to me whispering to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night,
In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast -and that night I was happy.

A poem of Walt Whitman

Lima Summertime 2

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Below this sky so many people lived before me. I walk towards home after shopping in the supermarket. I see some ancient ruins of a building of 1500 CE. I think how happy or sad these people were. Maybe a guy walked next to my steps with a blue heart. And now, where is he? Where is she?

Karen Gillan’s short Conventional: Open Your Eyes to the True Horror

It’s a blog of photography, but I want to recommend a short written and directed by Karen Gillan: http://www.funsizehorror.com/originals/conventional .

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The short draws the last days of decay of an horror actress.

“Conventional” is a highly recommended story that deserves be watched always. I don’t consider to myself like a fan, but I confess that I’ll be very glad if in the 100th birthday of Karen I’ll be able to post for her the Shakespeare’s Sonnet 15.

The image included in this post is a photograph of mine.