------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [this is a mix between two photos of mine - the castle and the clouds; a little leveling & added moon...and that's all] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "There's so much silence all around that I could hear the moonlight lunging against the windows. In chest a foreign voice is waking and sings in me a yearning song, that is not mine. They say, that ancestors, - who early died with flowing blood of youth in veins, with greatest passions in their blood, with living sun in passions, - come, come farther to live their unlived lives in us. There's so much silence all around that I could hear the monlight lunging against the windows. Oh, who knows, oh - soul of mine, what chest you'll live and where - your song through centuries - you'll sing with sweetest clouds of silence, with darkness harp - your broken yearning wing and your broken joy of living? Who knows? Who knows?" (Lucian Blaga - "Silence"(translated by me)/Poems of Light/1919) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a little "Bye-bye!"gift for all of you... I'll be gone for a while...I need a little (more) silence... Although I'll not be gone for rest, I'll sure recover missing pieces of me... Take good care of you and yours! Enjoy all days of your lives! Kisses & Hugz! :) Yours, Mihai. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------