Have a nice weekend with an old song from Demi Roussos
It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets thoughts fill my head but then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by (interlude) It is so hard to believe That it's me that I see in the window pane it is so hard to believe that all this is the way that is has to be It's five o'click and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy And so I go back to the years that have to past me by (interlude) It is so hard to believe That it's me that I see in the window pane it is so hard to believe that all this is the way that is has to be
It's five o'click and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy He gives, gives me day gives me hope and a little dream too
Well I am romanian.So I have some poems in my language and some are in french, because for the moment I live in France.I see you are from Madrid...entonces podemos hablar epanol si quieres.No hablo muy bien, solo hace un ano que estoy aprendiento el espanol, pero si quieres puedo tratar de hablar en este idioma. :) Muchas gracias para los comentarios.Voy a tratar de no deceptionarte en el futuro. Hasta pronto!
The shaft of light you create with this snapshot is beautifully illuminating. It gives the impression that oneself as the onlooker is about to step into a wonderfully warm and energetically nice feeling atmosphere... makes one want to write a poem indeed.
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I like the atmosphere, the lights from the windows and the shades on the floor...
lovely photo
Have a nice weekend with an old song from Demi Roussos
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
thoughts fill my head
but then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
to the years that have passed me by
(interlude)
It is so hard to believe
That it's me
that I see
in the window pane
it is so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that is has to be
It's five o'click
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him
I find sympathy
And so I go back to the years that have to past me by
(interlude)
It is so hard to believe
That it's me
that I see
in the window pane
it is so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that is has to be
It's five o'click
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives, gives me day
gives me hope
and a little dream too
Really nice atmosphere light.keep up the good job. :)
You captured well the atmosphere here...
It was a nice discovering your blog I enjoyed Your shots... and will be waiting for more... :-)
What was the language your using in some posts and comments!?... Latin?... Romansh?
Well I am romanian.So I have some poems in my language and some are in french, because for the moment I live in France.I see you are from Madrid...entonces podemos hablar epanol si quieres.No hablo muy bien, solo hace un ano que estoy aprendiento el espanol, pero si quieres puedo tratar de hablar en este idioma. :) Muchas gracias para los comentarios.Voy a tratar de no deceptionarte en el futuro. Hasta pronto!
No creo que puedas (decepcionar), tus fotos son bastante buenas!!!
The shaft of light you create with this snapshot is beautifully illuminating. It gives the impression that oneself as the onlooker is about to step into a wonderfully warm and energetically nice feeling atmosphere... makes one want to write a poem indeed.
Wonderful photograph.
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