Thursday, September 27, 2018

Noir


I was born when she kissed me,
I died when she left me,
I lived a few weeks while she loved me.

-In a Lonely Place

12 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

Lovely image, and a sad concept.

Lady Fi said...

Lovely words and shot.

Francisco Manuel Carrajola Oliveira said...

Excelente trabalho meu amigo.
Um abraço e bom fim-de-semana.

Andarilhar
Dedais de Francisco e Idalisa
O prazer dos livros

Floralie said...

Hello Bill,
Elle est magnifique cette libellule, cette photo est très belle :)
Belle journée !

Luis Serrano said...

Un preciso detalle al que has logrado engrandecer con ese maravilloso procesado. Un abrazo Bill

Laura~Pretty Pix said...

Beautiful words and image! ❤️

elly said...

I love this "Noir" (shot and poem) ! There is some sadness in these words, sad and beautiful in the same time...

Helen said...

Sad but beautiful.

joaquín said...

Hermosa¡

Mikael Bergman said...

beautiful words and pictures

Francis J said...

Du noir naît la lumière, la libellule lumière...

Spare Parts and Pics said...

Beautiful, both the photo and the words!! Have a great weekend.