Me gusta mucho en angulo, esa linea de horizonte inclunada, da tension a la foto ademas esta muy bien equilibrada, tiene muy buen gusto, no es vulgar, tiene mucho sentimiento, la expresion es genial, la luz esta muy bien, es una de tus mejores fotografias, de mis preferidas, excelente trabajo, sabes que no me gusta? los marcos.
Somewhere I have never traveled gladly beyond any experence, your eyes have their silence, in your most fragil gesture are things which encloseme, or which I cannot touch becose they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers you open allways petal by petal myself as spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriusly) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut very beatifully sudently as when the heart or this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere decending
...nothing which to perceive in this world equals the power of this fragility, whose texture compels me with the color of this countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (I do not know what it's about you that cover and opens; only something in me understands the voice on your eyes is deeper that all roses) no body, no even the rain, has such small hands..... E. E. Cummings
Deleted says:
Jorge Garcia says:
Emmanuel says:
gladly beyond
any experence, your eyes have their silence,
in your most fragil gesture
are things which encloseme,
or which I cannot touch becose they
are too near
your slightest look easily will
unclose me
though I have closed myself as
fingers
you open allways petal by petal
myself as spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriusly)
her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,
I and my life will shut
very beatifully
sudently
as when the heart or this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere decending
Emmanuel says:
in this world equals
the power of this fragility,
whose texture
compels me with the color of
this countries,
rendering death and forever with
each breathing
(I do not know what it's about you
that cover and opens; only something in me
understands
the voice on your eyes is deeper
that all roses)
no body, no even the rain, has such
small hands..... E. E. Cummings
Juan's Photoshelter says:
.t.a.o.n. says: