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The Bee is not afraid of me.  I know the Butterfly -  The pretty people in the Woods  Receive me cordially -  The Brooks laugh louder  When I come -  The Breezes madder play;  Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,  Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?  (Emily Dickinson, "The Complete Poems", F113/J111)

The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly - The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially - The Brooks laugh louder When I come - The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day? (Emily Dickinson, "The Complete Poems", F113/J111)

People give flowers as presents because flowers contain the true meaning of love. Anyone tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower on a field, you will keep it forever, because the flower is part of the evening and the sunset and the smell of damp earth and the clouds on the horizon. (Paulo Coelho, "Brida")

People give flowers as presents because flowers contain the true meaning of love. Anyone tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower on a field, you will keep it forever, because the flower is part of the evening and the sunset and the smell of damp earth and the clouds on the horizon. (Paulo Coelho, "Brida")

Mimmo Mallamo photography: The final flower of the day  So it was, so it is, and so it will be until the day,  savage, sweet love, beloved Matilde,  that time points out to us the final flower of the day.  Without you, without me, without light, we will not be.  So then, beyond earth and shadow,  the glow of our love will go on alive.   (Pablo Neruda, "Cien sonetos de amor", Soneto XXIII)

Mimmo Mallamo photography: The final flower of the day So it was, so it is, and so it will be until the day, savage, sweet love, beloved Matilde, that time points out to us the final flower of the day. Without you, without me, without light, we will not be. So then, beyond earth and shadow, the glow of our love will go on alive. (Pablo Neruda, "Cien sonetos de amor", Soneto XXIII)

Mimmo Mallamo photography: An accent of truth  A picture is a thing which requires as much knavery, as much malice, and as much vice as the perpetration of a crime. Make it untrue and add an accent of truth. (Edgar Degas)

Mimmo Mallamo photography: An accent of truth A picture is a thing which requires as much knavery, as much malice, and as much vice as the perpetration of a crime. Make it untrue and add an accent of truth. (Edgar Degas)

Mimmo Mallamo photography: *Touch*   Y en cuanto a mí no olvides que si despierto y lloro  es porque en sueños sólo soy un niño perdido que busca entre las hojas de la noche tus manos,  el contacto del trigo que tú me comunicas,  un rapto centelleante de sombra y energía. (Pablo Neruda, "Cien sonetos de amor", Soneto XXI)

Mimmo Mallamo photography: *Touch* Y en cuanto a mí no olvides que si despierto y lloro es porque en sueños sólo soy un niño perdido que busca entre las hojas de la noche tus manos, el contacto del trigo que tú me comunicas, un rapto centelleante de sombra y energía. (Pablo Neruda, "Cien sonetos de amor", Soneto XXI)

Mimmo Mallamo photography: Into the darkness   Your heart is able to see things that your eyes aren't able to. (Kholoud Yasser)

Mimmo Mallamo photography: Into the darkness Your heart is able to see things that your eyes aren't able to. (Kholoud Yasser)

500px / Climbing by Mimmo Mallamo  I don't want to conquer you; I just want to climb you.  ---  Io non voglio conquistarti; voglio soltanto arrampicarmi su di te.  (Jeanette Winterson, "The Powerbook")

500px / Climbing by Mimmo Mallamo I don't want to conquer you; I just want to climb you. --- Io non voglio conquistarti; voglio soltanto arrampicarmi su di te. (Jeanette Winterson, "The Powerbook")

Harmony - ISO400 photography --- I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony. (Gustave Flaubert, "November")

Harmony - ISO400 photography --- I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony. (Gustave Flaubert, "November")

I though that Storm - was brief -  The Maddest - quickest by -  But Nature lost the Date of This -  And left it in the Sky -  ---  Pensavo che la Tempesta - fosse breve -  La più Furibonda - la più lesta a sparire -  Ma la Natura smarrì la Data di Questa -  E la lasciò nel Cielo -  (Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems, F636/J362)  500px / Photo "The Maddest" by Mimmo Mallamo

I though that Storm - was brief - The Maddest - quickest by - But Nature lost the Date of This - And left it in the Sky - --- Pensavo che la Tempesta - fosse breve - La più Furibonda - la più lesta a sparire - Ma la Natura smarrì la Data di Questa - E la lasciò nel Cielo - (Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems, F636/J362) 500px / Photo "The Maddest" by Mimmo Mallamo

I don’t want a pillow I want your moving breathing flesh. I want you to hold my hand in the dark, I want to roll on to you and push myself into you. (Jeanette Winterson, "Written on the Body") "I want" - ISO400 photography

I don’t want a pillow I want your moving breathing flesh. I want you to hold my hand in the dark, I want to roll on to you and push myself into you. (Jeanette Winterson, "Written on the Body") "I want" - ISO400 photography

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