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grenouille felt his heart pounding, and he knew it wasn't the strain of running that made it pound, but his aroused helplessness facing the presence of this scent.
grenouille spürte, wie sein herz pochte, und er wußte, dass es nicht die anstrengung des laufens war, die es pochen machte, sondern seine erregte hilflosigkeit vor der gegenwart dieses geruches.
from the perfume, das parfüm by patrick süskind
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did you ever suddenly start smiling or crying listening to a song ? or did a ray of light falling on your kitchen table absorb you and you couldn't take your eyes off of it? the scent of freshly mown grass or the perfume your grandma used is pushing you back towards long forgotten memories... maybe it's the voice of somebody or the dimple in someone's cheek, the expression in somebody's eyes that are making you feel intense emotions you would hardly be able to express in any words. you can just feel them.
suddenly without noticing you're taken into another place, another emotional level . your heart is aking with a wonderful feeling of pleasure, you start floating around in this other world...
i would love to know what takes ( or took ) you into this different and wonderful parallel universe ! show your pictures, tell your stories -
LET'S DO IT !
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Gäbii (öffline if not önline) says:
In the fall I visited the Masada (again) with friends. This time we didn't hike down, but we took the cable car instead. I stood in the front for the complete panorama experience (we were going down the hill, so you can imagine). It was about an hour before sunset, and the light was perfect. Well, how can I describe it? I was flying over the desert, the feeling of (almost) weightlessness combined with the beauty, the spaciousness, and the colors of the desert... it was out of this world. I absolutely love the desert in all its ways, shapes and colors - but this was truly an "uplifting" experience.
I don't have any photos - there are moments in life that would be ruined by the interruption for taking a photo.
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Manuel Diumenjó Photography says:
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I entered the place, a 15th century palace in the middle of Barcelona and start flipping with the reflections, the sky, and all the stupid modern arrangements at the garden. I was on my knees all the time taking pics and after 10 minutes, the security guard couldn't bear it anymore so he came yelling to me not to step on the grass...I look at him and I asked his name and the name of his boss, and I started phoning the police. So He apologized and went back to his corner from where he was looking at me like mad with his hands on that weapon, what's its name, whatever. When I finished I said goodbye to him and moved out, but I came back and I asked him. "do you want to see what was I doing?" and I had
to run afterwards... I'm still able to run.
mo **pro replies:
i'm going to give you a hard time: the pics i love, BUT i was talking about different feelings and i wasn't talking about the process of taking pics.
i would like to know what (like what views, looks, sents, sounds, tastes etc) is causing a very deep and special feeling inside of you that is carrying you away... i hope i could express myself in a clearer way.
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Michael B.pro says:
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Michael B.pro replies:
"don't care if I sit here forever, holding nothing but my heart..."
:-)
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Sammy68 says:
My younger brother died late one night in July a few years ago, he was 33.
My wife and I grow Artichokes. The day after my brother passed away an Artichoke in our garden went full bloom, ever since then I allow a few to bloom every July. When I see them bloom I get a little choked up, sometimes I do cry at their sight.
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Chillimuncher says:
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how much beauty there is. enjoy the poetry of this world, no matter if the poems
we're " reading " are joyful, nostalgic or even sad
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