Uploads from soleá, tagged spooky

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Thu, 07 Feb 2013 04:28:34 -0800

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Kostnice

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 23:35:00 -0700

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I took this photo in Czech Republic in this totally weird and wicked church www.flickr.com/photos/solea/6382544457/ was decorated with human bones. In total they used bones of 40.000 people (!!!). A walk thru this church in Kutna Hora, is one surreal experience which also makes you kind of humble as in the end ... we all are like that.

Trees and the menace of night

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 09:20:00 -0700

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Trees And The Menace Of Night

Then a long, lonely, leaden mere
Backed by a desolate fell,
As by a spectral battlement; and then,
Low-brooding, interpenetrating all,
A vast, gray, listless, inexpressive sky,
So beggared, so incredibly bereft
Of starlight and the song of racing worlds,
It might have bellied down upon the Void
Where as in terror Light was beginning to be.

Hist! In the trees fulfilled of night
(Night and the wretchedness of the sky)
Is it the hurry of the rain?
Or the noise of a drive of the Dead,
Streaming before the irresistible Will
Through the strange dusk of this, the Debateable Land
Between their place and ours?

Like the forgetfulness
Of the work-a-day world made visible,
A mist falls from the melancholy sky.
A messenger from some lost and loving soul,
Hopeless, far wandered, dazed
Here in the provinces of life,
A great white moth fades miserably past.

Thro' the trees in the strange dead night,
Under the vast dead sky,
Forgetting and forgot, a drift of Dead
Sets to the mystic mere, the phantom fell,
And the unimagined vastitudes beyond.

-William Ernest Henley

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 11:09:00 -0700

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The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.

Nietzsche

The Winding Stair

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 05:33:00 -0700

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Once upon a midnight dreary
Blue and lonesome, missed my dearie.
Would I find her? Any hope?
Quoth the raven six times, "Nope."

XJ Kennedy

Tethys

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 09:44:00 -0700

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agatha

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 03:25:00 -0800

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blog.spriens.info/

At the window

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 11:49:00 -0800

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********************************

sorry for my lack of presence.. needed a little breather from the internet..

nevertheless.. .. wishing you lots of warmth and happiness during these dark but festive days :)

peace and <3
sol

weeping willow

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 03:56:00 -0800

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nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Fri, 19 Nov 2010 04:00:57 -0800

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Maik

The Forest Reverie

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 04:04:00 -0700

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'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne'er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.

So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died--
Quenching the fires its ashes hide,--
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!

Edgar Allan Poe

On a horse with no name

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Wed, 12 May 2010 00:53:00 -0700

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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Edgar Allan Poe

stock: www.sxc.hu/

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 02:43:03 -0700

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Nice day for a white wedding

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 21:43:00 -0700

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nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 01:25:00 -0700

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Kinderen altijd prijs

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 10:03:17 -0800

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I'm bahack....

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Thu, 30 Mar 2006 08:32:06 -0800

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Delirium

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Tue, 21 Feb 2006 12:38:17 -0800

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GRANDE

www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=102724755&size=o

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Exhale

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 06:28:00 -0700

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inspired by: loganart.deviantart.com/gallery/393165#/djkf8n
and the beautiful talented photographer Lara Jade www.larajade.co.uk/

www.carmengonzalez.org

there she stood in the doorway

nobody@flickr.com (soleá) — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 10:25:00 -0700

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Please view this photo KINDA WICKED ON BLACK

thank you!! ♥

edit: sorry.. i removed the frame..