Tremulous Hopes

A step into strife. Myriad mirrors and spinach-filled gnocchi. Un color de mar y algo de decisión...


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It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great tresses,
Brought strange rumours of your dreaming mind;
It was your heart, listening to the song of Nature,
In the groans of the trees and the sighs of the nights.
Ophelia, by Arthur Rimbaud (via mirroir)

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You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you. Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via larmoyante)

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Driss BellahcèneElogio de la discontinuidad: Michel Foucault o la apertura de la historia a la verdad

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Driss Bellahcène
Elogio de la discontinuidad: Michel Foucault o la apertura de la historia a la verdad

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London based photographer Edward Horsford photographs balloons in a very unique way. He freezes them as they leave his hands to explode.
The pictures are taken with a “high tech” DIYed sound trigger, Strobes, and one rusty stick.

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