When we were Young and Happy….

When we were young and happy

We did not have that much…

Just the sun, the sea, the sand and the moon

and our hearts full of dreams…

But we were feeling so rich!!

Now we still have the sun and the moon…

Even the sea sometimes…

But our hearts are empy…

They drained with each beat through the years…

“Too late, too late, too late…”

Should we trust them?

Is there a time for dreams?

Young-and-happy

Torrevieja, one week ago…

(click on the picture to feel it better! )

In answer to Paula´s Thursday Special and to Cee´s Fun Foto, Two

Have a great day!

Autumn….The Last Shelter

Today Frizz´s post is “How to spell Autumn?”…He, his music, and the link of Iceman75 “Les feuilles mortes” have inspired me this….

It was her last  Fall…

She thought as she huddled against the wall

Cold and rain will pour down again

Wind and mist will rise up through the air…

She looked far

Muttering an old  farewell…

The castle was

A good place to die..

She would never be

So close to the sky…

Tha-last-Shelter

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Lonely Tree…

It was just a lonely tree..

It never sought the limelight

But there it was…

Loftily standing…

Hiding the white light…

Leafless and nude…

Lonely-tree

  Carbajal de la Legua.

In answer to Frizz´s “LLL-challenge”…

III: “Intruder”

There are Intruders…

Long shadows and ghostly lights…

Like a summer dream…

Forest-dream

Can you see the Intruder in this pic?

🙂

(I would click on the image to get a better view!)

This is a “divertimento” in honor to Frizz´s challenge: “III”

Tilted Butterfly….

Rice paper wings

Lulling a lonely thistle…

Both cradled by the wind

Dancing in magic fuzzles….

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Ailsa´s challenge “Tilted”, take (2)

( You can click the image  to enlarge it…It looks better…I think! 🙂 )

Old Tilted Solitude…

There he walks…

Slightly Tilted…

May be listening to

 Those old secret whispers…

May be suffering from

That dark and sad solitude…

Old tilted Solitude

Old man . Vitoria-Gasteiz

In answer to Ailsa´s challenge: “Tilted”

Wheedling Wheat…

Wheedling wheat

Whispering words

At  poppy´s ears…..

But she waives…

Waives and waits

For a real  wondrous love…

poppy

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The Old Prisoner…

Three hundred years hidden from his eyes
Thousands of nights longing for a kiss…
She is rotting in the dark abyss
Only allowed to glimpse an ocean of skies …

Old window, Oviedo

Old Window in Oviedo, Spain

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Second answer to Jake´s Challenge: “Window”.
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They were old…

They were old…

They passed me on the street,
engulfed and almost hidden among the mass of people…

They were old and small…
But they did not seem to care…

They had just enough
taking care of them both…

They were old

Calle Ancha. León. Spain

Answering to A WORD A WEEK CHALLENGE – OLD. Click here to see more contributions…