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There's something that has to be said for what brings a man to bear his heart on the side of a street corner where nobody's looking...never asking for a thing. So many times people fight to be heard, to be seen and fight to be understood. What happens when an alley is the only vacation for your mind, a wall becomes your canvas and the dusty street corners of places nobody might even notice become your sanctuary. This thought so intrigued me as I walked these alleys. Of course, they made for good photos, but they make for even better stories. I felt like I could taste and see on each wall, how the creator was feeling as they created their masterpiece. I'm not trying to sound so spiritually in touch, but I know if I was spending a cold afternoon painting a wall without any type of recognition, there would have to be some emotion connected to it. Has to be some feeling, you don't wake up one day and just say “hey I think I'll undress my hands, strip my imagination and bare my soul to this dusty street. Expose my colorful mind in this God forsaken place, and pray that no harm comes as the sun goes down on my art.” So much more than a post on social media, person, you are worth much more than you'll ever be told. Thank you..thank you because your toil is not in vain and you are seen, even in the darkest of places. I appreciate what you've created.
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It's the most wonderful time of the year #beanieweatherisbetterweather
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The art of forgetting where you’ve been 101
I sit here on my bed in Philadelphia, and can't help but to start searching. Searching for any evidence that I was actually there. My memories don't seem as reliable as I thought they’d be, so I start looking, desperate for a glance of that I think was my life at one point. Ahhh there is it, buried between last years vacation and way too many selfies, I found you! You weren't just a dream, as beautiful as one, but as real as it comes. You weren't a figment of my imagination an experience that i think about, and dwell on daily. I was confronted with so much pressure that i forgot you were real. While I was with you, you were all i could think about, and now that I’m not with you, its all starting to drift, fade, like all the friends I thought I had growing up. I remember you, but not all your details, and as sad as it seems, I think that your beauty is fleeting, as fleeting as the ocean, when it meets the shore. Just as distant as forgetting how lovely the sun looks, coming and going. Try gazing at the stars, just once, I promise as soon as you stop and turn your gaze, you'll forget. Forget all the wonder they hold. I don't want pictures to be the things I hold most dear, but I’m starting to notice a trend, my memories aren't as visual as the pictures they imitate. But still there is a part of you, some part that is forever changed by it, by all of that exploration. You stop searching, and realize that you don't need memories or pictures, all you’ve done, all you’ve seen, now lives inside of you.
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Blessed to be home but Missing Milano #bellaitalia 🇮🇹
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Good music holds me at night #jazz #allineedlatenightismusic (at Via Rosolino Pilo)
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The Beyond
Magoodhoo, Maldives | by Cedrik Strahm
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I love this city #milano #duomo (at Duomo21)
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‘Maceta - Newspaper of the Puerto Rican Student Union, An Anti-Imperialist Student Organization’, Puerto Rican Student Union, New York, 1973.
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You stole my heart Bergamo🌿 #bergamo#italy
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You stole my hear Bergamo 🌿 #bergamo #italy (at Bergamo Città)
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#lagomaggiore (at Lago Maggiore - Stresa (VB))
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And if you’re ever looking for me, go to the garden, I’m be somewhere learning how to bloom🌻 (at Lago Maggiore - Stresa (VB))
#flower #italy
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You can find me by the water 🐙 #octopusfreakmeout #thisonescute (at Navigli Porta Genova - MI.)
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