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bornwithafever:

The Rooms by mmpsuf

My room is full of trees
my room is full of guns and roses
it’s under seventhousand feet
it is in the deep, deep ocean

And this is all I am and nothing more than this
it is all about my fear of heights and fallen trees

High above the skies, so far, so far
there is so much light, I was there before
under burning trees, I’m blind, I’m so blind

Help me to remember this and please remind me

My room has seven doors and seven burning windows
my bed is full of smoke that every night I breathe in

And this is all I am and nothing more than this
it is all about my fear of heights and fallen trees

High above the skies, so far, so far
there is so much light, I was there before
under burning trees, I’m blind, I’m so blind

Help me to remember this and please remind me


Un messaggio d’amore eterno trasmesso attraverso la natura. Ecco come può essere definita l’impresa portata a termine da parte di un agricoltore britannico, che, nel corso di diciassette anni, quale è il periodo trascorso dalla morte di sua moglie, è riuscito a piantare un immenso bosco di querce, disponendo ogni albero simbolicamente, in modo che all’interno del terreno prescelto prendesse forma uno spazio, un giardino privo di alberi, che, se osservato dall’alto, rendesse visibile l’immagine stilizzata di un cuore.

Un messaggio d’amore eterno trasmesso attraverso la natura. Ecco come può essere definita l’impresa portata a termine da parte di un agricoltore britannico, che, nel corso di diciassette anni, quale è il periodo trascorso dalla morte di sua moglie, è riuscito a piantare un immenso bosco di querce, disponendo ogni albero simbolicamente, in modo che all’interno del terreno prescelto prendesse forma uno spazio, un giardino privo di alberi, che, se osservato dall’alto, rendesse visibile l’immagine stilizzata di un cuore.

Da una busta di carta alla scultura di Yuken Teruya

Da una busta di carta alla scultura di Yuken Teruya

alifepoetic:

Picking blueberries

alifepoetic:

Picking blueberries

Fantastica idea per riciclare i tappi di sughero!!!

Fantastica idea per riciclare i tappi di sughero!!!

Primo contatto con una delle ultime tribù incontaminate sulla terra, che rischia l’estinzione a causa della deforestazione.

Progetto di Giorgio Curreli “vivere scalzo” http://www.viverescalzo.it/

Progetto di Giorgio Curreli “vivere scalzo” http://www.viverescalzo.it/

Macchina per bimbi realizzata interamente in cartone. Opera di Camille, un’artista francese esperta nella creazione di mobili in cartone. Questo è il suo sito, da cui potete imparare qualcosa di pratico anche voi! :) http://camillecarton.free.fr/Autres%20meubles.htm

Macchina per bimbi realizzata interamente in cartone. Opera di Camille, un’artista francese esperta nella creazione di mobili in cartone. Questo è il suo sito, da cui potete imparare qualcosa di pratico anche voi! :) http://camillecarton.free.fr/Autres%20meubles.htm

shipwreckd:

Arctic fox in her new winter coat….
beautiful.

shipwreckd:

Arctic fox in her new winter coat….

beautiful.

floralls:

simplicity (by isaacwt)

floralls:

simplicity (by isaacwt)

lindasinklings:

a walk through.
via (bringingbackyesterday)

lindasinklings:

a walk through.

via (bringingbackyesterday)

allthingssoulful:


“From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn 

allthingssoulful:

“From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn