Category: Places
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My story
Why is everyone looking at me? What do they see that I do not seem to notice? What is different, or interesting, that I clearly do not recognize? Is it some boldness in what I leave behind that seems to call their attention? Making them turn their heads to me? Or even worse, simply run away from…
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By the River
One Evening (by the Neckar at Heidelberg) – by Muhammad Iqbal, the “Poet of the East”, from “The Call of the Road” SILENT is the moonlight pale, The boughs of all the trees are still, The music-maker of the vale Hushed, and the green robes of the hill ; Fallen into swoon creation Sleeps in…
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Dreamscape and the moon illusion
The other day as I was driving home from work, I saw the full moon rising in the east. A huge, dirty orange disc on the horizon. The sight was captivating in such a way that I decided to capture it in a photograph when I got home. Half and hour or so later, I was standing…
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Dreams
Far away, those who are today, I still remember. Incomplete may be my dreams, my dreams are still my support. Even today they restrict my ways, your memories pull me away. Those who have forgotten me, I still remember. Centuries between us there are today, however far the distances grow. Wherever you stay, you are still mine. Incomplete…
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Modern Man
Standing on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, gazing out into the bright New York night, one cannot help but marvel at man’s ability to subjugate the world around him. However, looking at what is happening around us today, it seems that we have lost attention to our inner self in the drive towards our scientific…
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