Nightmare no. 118

[MSV]

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On the edge of the city of nothingness, the darkest night Public transport empty wagons, dim yellow lights in the dust Furtive figures glide over the sidewalks, brushing the peeling paint walls The mask falls down from the face of the bloody queen Betrayed again, by a hug and a hidden knife The pierced heart, you will be my incurable wound, forever… [ 200 more words ]

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[stuny]

Very nice text and photo.

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[MSV]

Very nice text and photo.

 

Thank you Stuart...

[e1k3]

Fascinating picture. I like the the combination b&w photo + poem very much. Emotionally strong.

[fotografr]

The magic of black & white photography is on full display in this image. Beautiful work.

[MSV]

Fascinating picture. I like the the combination b&w photo + poem very much. Emotionally strong.

Thanks, really appreciated...

 

The magic of black & white photography is on full display in this image. Beautiful work.

 

Thank you, so kind...

[Bateleur]

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The words and photo play through my senses and will linger in my memory for a long time.

[MSV]

The words and photo play through my senses and will linger in my memory for a long time.

 

Really appreciated Charles, thanks...

[Ari Kfir]

On the edge of the city of nothingness, the darkest night Public transport empty wagons, dim yellow lights in the dust Furtive figures glide over the sidewalks, brushing the peeling paint walls The mask falls down from the face of the bloody queen Betrayed again, by a hug and a hidden knife The pierced heart, you will be my incurable wound, forever…

 

 

Mille grazie, Signore Volonté, fotografo massimo!

Edited September 25, 2018 by Ari Kfir

[MSV]

On the edge of the city of nothingness, the darkest night Public transport empty wagons, dim yellow lights in the dust Furtive figures glide over the sidewalks, brushing the peeling paint walls The mask falls down from the face of the bloody queen Betrayed again, by a hug and a hidden knife The pierced heart, you will be my incurable wound, forever…

 

 

Mille grazie, Signore Volonté, fotografo massimo!

 

Mille grazie a te Ari Kfir... 

Edited September 26, 2018 by MSV