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photoblog image Zyryality: Self-Portrait No. 23 Via Dolorosa

Zyryality: Self-Portrait No. 23 Via Dolorosa

 

...you will never be the same
even if you close the door
I will come to you in dreams on a boat with sails-petals
I will take you to the island full of fields with wild berries
I will tell you many stories in the lost forgotten language

even if you close the door
you will never be the same...

 

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Zyryality: Self-Portrait No. 23 Via Dolorosa

 

...you will never be the same
even if you close the door
I will come to you in dreams on a boat with sails-petals
I will take you to the island full of fields with wild berries
I will tell you many stories in the lost forgotten language

even if you close the door
you will never be the same...

 

Facebook Nostalgia is HERE 

comments (15)

  • blackdog
  • United Kingdom
  • 16 Dec 2011, 00:07
Interesting double crucifix in the shadow; reminds me of a Munch painting Night in St Cloud.
vz-nostalgia: yes, Munch was there first, Mike. Still, I hope you see the difference. smile
  • Ray
  • Thailand
  • 16 Dec 2011, 00:48
Trussed to the plank
Naked as the moment he was born
He dreams...
Nay...yearns
For company as he flits
Autumn-leaf like
In the blackberry patch.

But...
It is not too late
To go back, Ulysses...
vz-nostalgia: I found your few lines much more interesting than a thick volume of James Joyces' pseudo-intellectualism, Ray. smile
One Night of St. Cloud very very strong... . The stark reality now. Health.
vz-nostalgia: Yes, bare, minimal and stark reality, Psi. To teh point, I feel my bones are cracking.
  • Louis
  • South Africa
  • 16 Dec 2011, 07:43
Even as children we have learnt no to stand on the lines and cracks.

You will never be the same again.
vz-nostalgia: :
...from early childhood I didn't like smooth corners
sharp angles I preferred to them...
  • eva
  • United Kingdom
  • 16 Dec 2011, 12:46
...she will never be the same again
..but she knows his legs are chained
and he will not cross the door
but he will torment her..
vz-nostalgia: :
...bound by one chain
divided by the door of treason
can’t be together
can’t live apart...
  • Linda
  • United Kingdom
  • 16 Dec 2011, 13:36
...You will never be the same
through the closed door
Magically awakened
walking the plank
form the boat with sails petals
to the floating island
embracing the forgotten language
in the field of dreams
a fleeting visit
of stories untold
you have to close the door
but....
you will never be the same again...
smile
vz-nostalgia: :
...the door is closed
the key is lost forever...
  • Fred Adams
  • Great Britain (UK)
  • 16 Dec 2011, 13:48
A very thought provoking composition!
vz-nostalgia: In this case, I've done my job, Fred. smile
  • Karen
  • Atlanta, GA
  • 16 Dec 2011, 18:39
The way of grief or suffering.
Your composition is emotion evoking.
Thanks for sharing it and yourself.
vz-nostalgia: It's not what we think that matters, but what and how we feel. You are on teh right track, Ms. Karen.
nice one, it looks like your ankles are tied.
like it!!
vz-nostalgia: I don't know what's worse, Rob, tied up ankles or tied up heart. smile
Very special, cool shot
vz-nostalgia: What makes it so special for you, Ms. Patricia?
Your words are about temptation and change but your image seems rooted at a threshold and bound by the shadows.
vz-nostalgia: My words are not about temptation per se, Ms. Pixie, but about vainness of closing doors. smile Despite, why do you think that being bound by the shadows excludes being tempted?
  • mscherrylane
  • Thailand
  • 21 Dec 2011, 22:34
very cool...
vz-nostalgia: Thailand? Really? How come, Ms. Lane?
  • mscherrylane
  • Thailand
  • 21 Dec 2011, 22:36
your last three show an evolution to a style that I really really like(even though I really liked the stuff before too)! good stuff smile
vz-nostalgia: Publius Syrus once noted: "A rolling stone gathers no moss." We all evolve as we roll through life, Ms. Lane. Well, most of us, anyway. Well, some of us. smile
the feet nicely in the middle and the light that shines through the window, Thats special for me
To me this feels very personal, like I see a part of you that's normaly hidden. Makes it very difficult to comment in other words than thanks for sharing and touching something deep in side this little man from Norway
vz-nostalgia: Aksel, you have no idea how deep your words touched me. For an artist there is no higher appreciation than to know that his/her work leaves a mark on someone's soul.

Merry Christmas to you and your family.
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