O sleeping falls the maiden snow
Upon the cold branches of the city
And oh! my love is warm and safe in my arms
Nearer, nearer comes the hell-breath of these times
O God! what can I do to guard her then
O sleeping falls the maiden snow
Upon the bitter place of our shelterlessness
But oh! for this moment, she whom I love
Lies safely in my arms
Being Present for the Moment
Website storys
Illustration, Concept Art & Comics/Manga
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
Finding Inspiration
Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
At Least Trying Too
A Journey of Spiritual Significance
Life in islamic point of view
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
Wonderfully beautiful.
Glad you like it.
Fabulous!!
Glad you like it.
THEY ARE SO HAPPY THAT
YOU COULD MAKE IT
Out of this may come
something nobody
quite figured on!
He’s lovely! Thanks
Glad you like him.