I play a reed flute
On a Sprıng’s hill,
Longing for old home.
I play a reed flute
On a blooming hill,
Longing for childhood days.
I play a reed flute
In human streets,
Longing for earthly things.
I play a reed flute
On an endless wandering
Over the vales of tears.
When I die,
I’ll become a blue bird.
I’ll fly over
Blue Sky and blue field.
I’ll sing blue songs
And blue laments.
When I die,
I’ll become a blue bird.
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 