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"The eyes are made to see,
They see the path of our lives. The heart is there to feel, It feels the energy of our time. I can see it, I can feel it. This is my waking hour, This is my place, I can hear it. I feel the power in my heart, And it's my moment, It is right there And it's staring me in the face." The Gathering - Waking Hour Sorry for the resubmission, but I decided to bring this photo back to its original concept, the song I was thinking of while posing, the one which epressed my feelings. I miss London so bad, I really felt it was my place to be. I felt like myself, there, and that the place I was in was mine. The funny thing is that this graveyard was closed by a fencingand I had to climb over it to get to the other side. And there was a lot of crowd passing by, so it took me a lot to make it. xD Bunhill Fields Cemetery, London Photo: ~PiccolaStellaOscura Model and concept: Me |
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July 31, 2008
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Gattino, torni ad arrampicarti su e giù per i monumenti!
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I found out my way through roads of Ancient Trees. Of dying memories from ages to come. From a time which shall never come.
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~» ◊ And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer: ne'er to ascend again. ◊«~
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I found out my way through roads of Ancient Trees. Of dying memories from ages to come. From a time which shall never come.
My gallery
[link]
Ecco perchè la foto è uscita sfuocata! ç__ç
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~» ◊ And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer: ne'er to ascend again. ◊«~
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Has No One Told You She's Not Breathing?
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~» ◊ And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer: ne'er to ascend again. ◊«~
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~» ◊ And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer: ne'er to ascend again. ◊«~
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"REASON IS PASSION'S SLAVE, IS IT NOT?"- DOSTOEVSKY
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