Flowers blooom but we can’t share them.
Flowers fall and we can’t share our sadness.
If you need to find when I miss you most:
when the flowers bloom and when they fall.
translated by Tony Barnstone & Chou Ping
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Fine Arts
Leggo, scrivo, penso, disegno e intanto cresco
Life, love and destiny.
4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
Fii schimbarea pe care vrei sa o vezi in lume!
Moments de vie, fragments de textes et quelques notes...
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
Unleashing the beauty of creativity
there's nothing like stories
quiet moments in nature
Art and Literature Beyond Borders
A bird's eye view of St. George, Utah
Keep on Reading
Chronicling an ever-changing city through faded and forgotten artifacts
I read, rant and write ;)
Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
The Green Lizard Log
Leonard Durso 
So much said with so few words.
That’s the beauty of it.
Thanks for sharing !
…or when Covid hits and there is no travel permitted. But still, it is just another one your amazing evocative posts.
Thanks, John.
Lovely!π
I agree.