Love to create. Hope to inspire.
e poi buona notte 🙂
The “buonanotte” issue means THE END…the end of everything, in this case….
I am sorry Luana, but I am not sure what you meant?
…Miles to go before I sleep….
“I sleep” here has a different meaning…in my humble opinion…it’s not about sleeping after a long day…but about the entire life journey….
Of course, Luana. My mistake 🙂
The sky is not the limit, only a different canvas, great post!!
Oh, the Quantum mechanics issue….:):
“It’s all based on limits. That things are the way they are and not some other way shows limits.”…
I was looking upward to the infinite intense blue sky trough the little car ceiling..not wondering about the limits..but about my wings:)
kiss & good night…
Ah, you were referring to the title of the post and the sleep being death? Sorry 🙂 I hope you did not think I wish you the eternal sleep tonight! 😀
the title…and the content are connected…that poem gives a sense to the whole story…I know it might seem intricate…
Of course they are…. I hope you will accept my appology. Notte.
Superb!!! Very poetic and the food looks delicious like always. 😉 Happy weekend!
Oh, well….how could I answer you…Superbe?? thank you….even if it is just the way I see things….
Wish you a happy weekend, too….
Never mind the poetry and the quantum mechanics…have you seen those brogues??!! Oh I am so vain…my apologies 🙂 Beautiful everything as always my dear…and I even got to catch a rare glimpse of you (well, your hand) reflected in the glass…we want more!!!!
That reflection was my amusement these days…the little Smart I have rented to not get “paralysed”…as I do feel paralysed without a car, unfortunatelly…The funny little bug with crystal ceiling…::)
oh…and regarding the meanings of this post….someone answered already…less or more like this:
“Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.”
Am I tortuous???
sei veramente unica nelle tue esposizioni, con quel sano tocco di follia che contraddistingue il vero artista
hmmm…ora mi fai sorridere…il connubio luxury + lumache bio::) ..che poi, è sempre il contadino delle zucche a vendermi anche i broccoletti…Non è follia…è realtà…la mia realtà..::) Un pò contrastante magari….
Wonderful poetic gorgeous looking post and meal, Luana. I love stopping by woods on a snowy evening.
This is very flirtatious. 🙂 What a lovely shod man’s foot!
Indeed::) Felt in love with that shoes….Think I’m gonna steal them!
So much beauty on your site, I love visiting. 🙂
I just choose the beautiful parts of the everyday LIFE…I don’t want to show graffiti, vandalism…sadness…I just choose the other side….and not because I don’t see the rest….
Yes, me, too. I walked by a fence heaped with trash today, and sadly took no photos.
sometimes I oblige myself to go around without the camera…sooner or later I’ll have it incorporated with my hand…::(
Think that I’ve started taking photos with a medium format heavy camera…so many years ago….! The digital era changed everything now…
I just use my iphone, lazy as I can be. And cheap. My back prevents me carrying much.
the iphone isn’t all that cheap….:) but you can do a lot of things with it…including phoning:) I depend on photography…so, cheap or not, I need a (good) camera….
My old camera stopped working, and I discovered I could take good pictures with my iphone, which I got as part of a phone plan and didn’t have to buy. So I never replaced my non-working camera — that’s what I mean by cheap. I’d like a good camera one day. Meanwhile, I’m enjoying my iphone. 🙂
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