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Ethariel
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Voyageur à temps partiel / Part time traveler
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#photo #poetry

Row after row,
Day after day,
One more hop,
One more hope,
Through the wall,
Follow the rail.
A sort of limiank pic. Inside a train/metro station (connection) with some empty rails, empty docks. All is gray but not sad.
December 15, 2025 at 12:53 PM
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#poetry #photo #train

On empty rails mine hopes do glide,
Where bonds be none and far paths bide;
The dawn doth gild the woeful sky,
To cloak the ache of days gone by.
A few railway tracks empty of any train, the sky brightening in the distance with the rising sun
December 11, 2025 at 8:30 AM
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In the forsaken garden’s sighing air,
Vines whisper loss in tangled prayer.
Is the house empty, love fled far away,
Or does winter’s hush, soft silver-gray,
Veil the little grass plot where warm lights stay?
An empty and abandonned garden. Some stuff (trash bin, chair and so) lay on the ground.
December 10, 2025 at 8:54 AM
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#photo #humor

A she-friend of mine has it on her fridge.
Picture of a fridge magnet with the text « blondes have more fun but brunettes remember it the next day »
December 6, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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#photo #poésie

Silence de la blancheur comme l'esprit noir de la solitude. Entouré de milliers de flocons, la chaleur de leur froide présence me rassure sur ma futilité.
Paysage enneigé, le rose du ciel à l'horizon comme seule marque de différence entre les nuages et le sol.
December 3, 2025 at 10:45 AM
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Pink sky over endless white.
In the hush my solitude grows dark.
Yet among a thousand drifting flakes,
their cold touch warms me.
Reminding me my smallness still belongs to this silent world.
Landscape under the snow. The sky is turning pink, the only difference between the white clouds and the snow-covered ground.
December 3, 2025 at 10:44 AM
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#photo

Nothin' to add, nothin' to write.
Just go if you can.
My heart was like a mad-dog,
Each photo called a feeling.
Simple display for a photo exhibition about Lebanon in "Institut du Monde Arabe", Paris.
December 1, 2025 at 2:27 PM
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#photo #hope

And suddenly, hope.
Amid conflict, hunger, anger, and blind prejudice,
a tiny sign, four simple shapes, glows like a promise.
Perhaps eyes will open,
and hearts will follow
Restroom sign with stylized silhouettes: a man, a woman, a baby, and a non-binary person
November 30, 2025 at 11:40 AM
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A bridge between worlds,
Nature’s breath in dry grasses,
Metal’s pulse in glass and steel.
Beneath the water, drowning,
Above, a distant sky calls.
To write, to wait,
To feel time slip by,
Where the past and future meet,
And nothing remains but the pause,
Before the end.
Water feature around the Cité des Sciences in Paris, dry grasses and plants on the right, metal and glass of a building on the left, metal walkways between the two.
November 27, 2025 at 10:51 AM
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#poetry #photo #Paris

In the Geode’s glow where visions lie,
Which side of mirrors tells the why?
Step through the threshold, drift and fall,
Lose your essence to my call
Reflections twist, truths multiply.
he Géode at the Cité des Sciences et de l’Industrie in Paris. Like a giant disco ball reflecting the visitors, the landscape, and the sky.
November 25, 2025 at 11:40 AM
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#poesie
Picture of a text for length problem. Text is a french poetry : Le jour et la nuit De tes crépuscules à mes aubes dorées, De ta conscience à mes folles inconsciences, Tes fausses pudeurs, ta sensualité, En écho figé face à mes déviances. Tu nous perçois comme le jour et la nuit; Deux aimants condamnés à s’éloigner, Deux amants trop loin de leur destinée, La glace brûlant le silence des cris. Je pense à nous comme la nuit et le jour, Ombre lumineuse née d’une lune obscure, Sage folie issue d’une douce blessure, Illusion réelle d’une graine d’amour.
November 23, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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#photo #poetry

Side by side they fell,
a feather and a brittle leaf,
autumn’s quiet spell.
All things sink to ease the grief,
resting through the winter’s breath,
waiting for spring to rise from death.
A leaf (dry and beige) and a feather side by side by pure random luck. Stone floor.
November 16, 2025 at 11:53 AM
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A fallen trunk, where paths entwine,
A dirt road curves, a fleeting sign.
To some, it's just a place to roam,
To others, the heart of nature's home.
Perspective shapes what we behold.
A simple view, but stories told.
All depends on how we unfold.
View of a fallen tree trunk, a dirt path on the left, with trees in the background
November 13, 2025 at 7:26 AM
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#poetry #photo

Lost in the endless mire,
where wild green swallows light,
I cling to dreams of solid ground,
a promise just out of sight.
Even the deepest swamp will fade
when dawn recalls the fight.
Branches over a ditch full of water, with hanging grass, giving the illusion of a swamp
November 12, 2025 at 8:06 AM
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#poetry #photo

Torn heart, split by storm and sorrow,
yet from the wound, soft green will borrow
a place to grow, to start anew;
life whispers, I am not through.
The lower part of a tree trunk still in the ground. The wood shows marks of having been broken by the storm. The light color of the cut surface indicates that the tree was alive.
November 10, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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#photo #poetry

Through glass the world contorts,
A twisted sky grey-white and cold.
Autumn leaves oblivious to fate,
Yellow in death yet still they wait.

Raindrops fall a chill on skin,
But warmth remains where love begins
The memory of your touch, so near,
Lips that linger still soft and clear.
The bell tower of the former Hôtel-Dieu hospital in Lyon (France). Framed in a cut-out, with a tree branch bearing autumn-colored leaves, and in the foreground, a close-up of an artwork made from a translucent glass disk."
November 4, 2025 at 11:42 AM
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#photo #poetry

A ball becomes a face
its grin, an echo of Halloween.
Colors twist, birthing chaos:
the fingerprint of an Elder One.
From madness blooms creation,
from ruin, radiant art
horrible, holy, and alive.
Photo of a painting by Josèfa Ntjam, done in a street-art style, featuring colors and shapes that evoke various subjects — a tentacle, a ball, a face, reflections...
November 2, 2025 at 9:00 AM
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#poetry #photo
(Photo mine, from Josèfa Ntjam exhibition)

A woman in violet, pink’s embrace,
Beneath deep blue, she finds her space.
No crown, no proof, her strength alone,
Love unwavering, her essence shown.
Her blaze shines bright, without permission,
Determined, free, her own volition.
A stylized female silhouette statue, with a gradient from purple (at the bottom) to pink (at the top), on a deep blue background
October 30, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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#poetry #photo
(Photo mine, from Josèfa Ntjam exhibition, IAC Villeurbanne)

Blue folds of sea and sky entwine,
voyages mirrored, time adrift.
A raft beneath the endless dome,
a vessel before the rising lift.
Stone dreams sail the cobalt air,
sculptures whisper: we were there.
Five strange, haunting sculptures stand against an intense blue backdrop. The display base, the floor, and the walls are all painted in that same deep blue hue.
October 27, 2025 at 11:07 AM
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#photo #poetry #polyamory

Light bends, truth blurs, black and beige entwine.
Past shadows, future gleams, one fades, one dreams.
In gentle unknowing, we stay.
Hearts divided, yet whole in the weave of many loves.
Close-up on two legs in tights. The angle of the light, the position, and the tension of the fabric give the impression of two legs dressed in different colors — one black, one beige.
October 23, 2025 at 7:05 AM
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#photo #poetry

Beneath moon’s glow, wolves cry and run,
called by scent, by fear, by one.
Your scent unchains the beast in me,
tamed, yet wild, never free.
I flee to live, I roam to hide,
yet crave the pull I can't deny.
To lose you, or be lost in you.
Full moon behind dark clouds
October 22, 2025 at 8:19 AM
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Heads or tails, truth or lie,
even love wears a mirrored disguise.
Sky above, water below,
each a perfect echo.
I wait for one thing only :
to meet your ghost on the other side,
and drown in your unreal arms,
for just a while.
Trees, some of them with autumnal colors, and clouds, with their reflection in perfectly still water.
October 21, 2025 at 7:31 AM
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A break in the brush, a flicker blue and white,
The river holds the sky, or is it the other way ?
Clouds drift both above and below.
Which is truth, and which a play ?
Love, a beam of fading light,
Gone with the fall of night.
Cloudy sky, with relfection in the river (La Seine), through a hole in the trees and bushes.
October 20, 2025 at 7:01 AM
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#photo #poetry

Beneath still water, clouds dissolve
shades of pain in silver swirls.
I stare too long, become the blur,
lost in the hush where echoes curl.
Hope once shimmered, now it drowns,
a ghost adrift in mirrored frowns.
Clouds in water reflection
October 19, 2025 at 10:41 AM
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#photo #poetry
On which side of the gate do you stand
Freedom's shore or the secure land?
The river flows but so does doubt
A prison built from thoughts laid out.

Is it the bars that keep you near,
Or the chains of fear crystal clear
Across the Seine the trees may sway
But do you walk or just stay?
iew of the Seine, a rounded gate to block access to a dock is visible on the right side of the photo. A few houses and trees are on the opposite bank.
October 17, 2025 at 1:30 PM