Posted by: olaruandreea | July 13, 2009

Dans les fleurs.


And slowly, my eyes got used with that kind of light.  This time was different. It was  then when I realised the nearness of the sky, the golden ears and the fragility of the poppy.  I felt that it represented me, the rest of us: the toughness of an ear and the delicacy of a red poppy… Here we are, standing in the field of wheat, our field of battle, our earth.

Picture taken by Bogdan.


  1. un cadru magic, de vis, o atmosfera perfecta! 🙂

    • 🙂 intr-adevar octavian

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