Monday, 27 May 2013

days&nights of kimono splendour


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  1. how lovely she is, as the same light touches her and the tree, as if they both have just emerged from the shadows that lead into the background :-)

    but you have created a new label, "ladies in kimono" ... i hope that means there will be more??!!!

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    1. :-)

      i will post another one just now, to confirm your hope!

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  2. Beautiful, as always. (Well, as usual!)

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  3. hello my beautiful friend, for this is another masterpeice of the fluidity of the centuries the silken thread of the kimono weaving through the colorful profusion of our hearts and mind.
    and I thought of new years eve served at a kiosk at our downtown festival by a japanese man wearing traditional kimono and the supple beauty of the kimono woven from the silken thread of the cocoon of civilisation and the sensuous layers of the ancient kimono and I thought here he is in this moment beginning a new canadian year of rich multiculturalism and I felt proud and ashamed to be canadian because I don't beleive in patriotism haha.
    thankyou my friend!
    sending you colourful kisses.

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    1. i don't believe in patriotism either! :-)

      we'll see much of the wonder of kimono's colours and textures and patterns here, dear Madeleine.
      sending you summer night kisses back.

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  4. cand intru aici ma gandesc:exista aceste lucruri cu adevarat?imi aminteste de o fata despre care scriam candva,care se odihnea langa"un copacel,langa un tamarin",si imi dau seama ca in privirea ei au loc amandoua ipostazele universului,suficiente oricare dintre ele,si nu stiu daca mai reala este intrebarea ei sau copacul(copacelul).

    asa de mult,intre noapte si zi,pasind pe acel coridor in penumbra...

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    1. Cam în aceasta semănau zilele ei:
      își lăsa gleznele lângă un copăcel, lângă un tamarin
      și aștepta seara răsfoind, doar, ușor, ascultând
      - exista-ntotdeauna o clipă în care se făcea de tot liniște
      iar după, ceaiul era foarte rece-ntre degete.

      Apoi eu veneam - și, deși n-am întârziat niciodată,
      privirea ei era mereu rugătoare.


      una dintre preferatele mele :-)

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  5. ce frumoase randurile acestea: 'Apoi eu veneam - și, deși n-am întârziat niciodată,
    privirea ei era mereu rugătoare.'

    si cum se infiripa ele in imagine, cum timpul, in miscarea si in lentoarea lui, exista aici, atat de frumos prins. m-am intors la aceasta imagine, iar si iar saptamana aceasta in care timpul a alergat nebuneste.

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