Friedrichswerder Church Berlin

of passion, even thought counterclockwise rotated 90o:))) did not, sorry for your feelings:))) ====- once I was little and loved to watch with your mouth open, like a cast-iron "baba" crumbles the walls of the old huts ... then came the collapse, and the eternal fences filled my unprepossessing district ... clay and dirt from the excavation was flowing on the cracked asphalt, and we ran through a hole in the fence to play on the abandoned building sites ... house by house demolished dohodniki 19 th century on our street, house by house grew faceless ... first TsKovki, then elitki ... now as 25 years, and all our little street and rebuild rebuild ... where you are, the wooden frame on the little window with geraniums, where you wet eyes gates ... only a reflection of my memories ... and the smell of damp plaster ... childhood gone, and construction is ... continuation of the series should ...

Berlin cathedral

Berli cathedral

Government quarter Berlin

"The Queen of the Night" Mighty oceans of darkness slowly flow Shiny pearls like stars brightly glow Sensation of your elegant bloom Appears once in a blue moon Suspending on rough spicky surface Swaying like a pretty young princess Blooming throughout one summer night Until become whole and bright Seducing enigmatic fragrances of absolute devine Mesmerizing sweet senses of mother nature's design Precious wonder under the calm moonlight You are the gracious Queen of the Night... *Hemakumar Nanayakkara

Photo taken from a very smal Village called Samouco, a Natural Reserve of different kind of birds, in the Tagus (Tejo River) estuary. It's a very beautuful place and very near from Lisbon! I hope you like it!

"Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers" Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, And which on warm and cold days I withdrew From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine, Here 's ivy!—take them, as I used to do Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine. *Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"With a Flower" I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too == And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness. * Emily Dickinson

Berlin Spree canal