The servian boy

Andrej Pejic, the young servian model who plays girl -  with genres skillfully.

The beautiful submerged Green Lake, Austria

                                                               Tragoess, Austria

Neil Halstead

I've left my book, i've left my room...

I can´t watch again, without having the very sad bittersweet feeling, of an illusion in a distant memory. Me laying on the couch, wood floors and the window behind me letting the light in, the light coming from the valley, the trees  and the horses behind me. waiting for his arrival. With his arms open to embrance me and kiss me. My book is closed, i read no more.

Bert Stern NOW on tv

                                                   Every man wanted to use her.

Beyond astro

Stanley Mouse

Beyond

Enchanted world of Victor Moscoso

"How strange when an illusion dies. It´s as though you've lost a child"

Knowledge is power

These days people are no fools. Girls are clever, boys are smart. "People have the power" . And knowledge is power. If only these estranged times, both economically and socially could lead to a reflection in the mid run and things might  change, because this is a cycle that is closed and exhausted. I would like to be alive to see it.

Heather

the Dereon

Caetano Veloso on Americanization (and African-Americanization)

where have you gone?

Pieces,pieces of my life are gone...washed away in the water that took my son. Where have you gone?

Where does the passion go? i´m asking.  there´s no kindness in your hands. no reaching out for me tonight. you slept facing the wall, and you wanted less than i wanted. i slept facing the wall, but when i met you how did you enter? 

Promises, promises..i´m feeling burned. you taught me a lesson, i didn´t want to learn. why did i come here? please tell me again. why did you ask me? don´t say you forget. i long for, i long for, i long for my home. i long for a land where no man was ever known. 

With no neurosis, and no psychosis, no psychoanalysis, and no sadness. i´ll pick up the pieces, i´ll carry on somehow, tape the broken parts together, limp this love around.