Three photos of the day : a frozen lake on fire

Model: Miss C., Film: Ilford B/W 400

Style: Editorial Fashion + Sensual/Glamour Portrait

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I said it's not over

till it's over

let me see the clouds hanging over you

I closed my eyes

drifting in your world

in your sky ( was it dark or bright? oh it was so very dark)

as the citizen shadow

following every thought of yours

(I couldn't help it

I had to do it)

you held my hand tight (or was it me?)

secretly

I sensed how lonesome you were all the time

my heart broke in pieces

tender nights were gone, before they ever got here

I thought

maybe it's over before it even had a chance to start

I thought

there goes my baby (was she ever my baby? maybe not)

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I said come closer

you leaned on me, your face buried in my chest

your world became mine

in that moment

while we were floating in the air

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my beautiful dreamer

you are free

go away, do whatever you want to do

you'll have a warm heart waiting for you

right here with an impression of your face

tattooed on it, igniting a fire for you

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I never told you those words

I wonder if you understood them

from the rhythm of my heart beats

or from the shivering of my finger tips

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it is burning hot

under this chest

in the middle of this cold season

in the middle of this frozen lake

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Cheers
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"21 grams of dust", a poetry, photography and painting book

Model on the cover: Miss A. , Film: Ilford B/W 400

Style: Editorial Fashion / Fine Art Nude / Erotic / Portraits

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A collection of poetry, photographs and paintings are in this small book.
It is including a few of my own favorite photographs.
This is a rather personal book.
I hope you enjoy it.
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size: 7" x 7"
80 pages (on premium paper)
50 photographs
37 poems
8 paintings

to order the book:
http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/976788
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the full preview:

http://www.blurb.com/books/976788

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Cheers
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Wolf189

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Four photos of the day : bullet holes on the walls

Model: Miss S., Film: Kodak B/W 400

Style: Erotic / Nude Portrait

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bring out the flowers

let the old women

follow the candles

sensing the cold of streets

with their knees

let them pray

let them wish

let them cry out of fears

the road to heaven or hell

is different to each

live to your own

and

...... let them live

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darkness falls

blanket covers their faces

bullet holes

read like Braille on the walls

writing a poetry of sadness and torture

trying to keep the history alive

and these hurt bodies

have been thrown away

just like the old broken used up dolls

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Cheers
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Three photos of the day : the wrath of her kind dream

Model: Miss S., Film: Kodak B/W 400

Style: Sensual, Erotic, Nude, Editorial Portraits

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the emerging dead worlds

(the one livings pretend to live

and the one, the dead pretend to rule),

had no chance to survive

to stand tall

to defy her sweet dreams

they (those black lands of misery)

were like windmills made of shell of woods

begging for a sudden destruction

instead of a painful disintegration into nothingness

in the hands of the tornado of her imagination

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yes

it was time for revenge

not that her little red heart

crave for such thing

but because this revenge

unlike any other one

is as giving as the mythical stories told

by grandparents on cold winter nights

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so she closed her eyes

and allowed her kind wrath

to simply destroy

everything and anything

that saddens children

that bothers pure souls

that separate lovers

that kill innocents

that manipulate smiles

that abuses nature

that burn the flowers

that dries out rivers

that create wars

that rewards greed

that hurt friendships

that .......

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she closed her eyes

and immediately started the fight

with this deep urge

with this desire

for keeping them closed forever

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16 months, 8 days, 22 hours and 36 minutes later

she opened her eyes

ready to face

reality

this time armed with the magical power of hope

drowned in the syrup of content

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Cheers
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Photo of the day : an invisible lover

Model: Miss T., Film: Ilford 100

Style: Editorial Fashion Portrait

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I won't be forced out of your life

not even for my own sake

I am there

I'll stay there

I'll breathe, observe, live, listen, make love, become invisible

all in there, with you

I'll try to protect you

not only in there but anywhere

and I'll become one with you

when there becomes a fiery mistreat

the significance of punishment

when nobody stays

when nobody understands

I'll be still hanging in there

so tirelessly

so completely

hurting, bleeding and all

day can becomes night

night can becomes day

day can becomes month

month can becomes year

and a spark of true happiness in your eyes

could become heaven

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Cheers
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Two photos of the day : and she kissed me

Model: Miss C., Film: Kodak B/W 400

Style: Sensual Editorial Fashion Portrait

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I couldn't help

to imagine her
walking beside me on that day

(oh the anarchy)

It was difficult for me

to imagine myself

fantasizing about that too

but

time and energy changes everything

or is it called chemistry?

(oh not now)

breathing rather heavily

yet quietly

I was masking it with a large smile

as wide as the history of man kind

no I was not prone to have fantasies

I enjoy the reality

no matter how unpleasant it could be at times

it might taste like a three day old cup of cold coffee

or a sip of potion made of poison hemlock

and yet

you can appreciate it much more

as its flickering light

shines through like the north star

after the sun sets

right when you need it

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I couldn't help myself

to imagine her

immersed in the waters of a crystal clear lake

stretched naked

looking at me

so calmly yet passionately

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(stop it now)

time to leave
it's the end of another story
with no definite ending
just like the real version of life
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I wonder if cursing the heavens
with an obvious futility
could help me to handle this
or that,

just a little easier
(oh not again, you know that you are not good at cursing)
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leaping off of a building
is not the answer
nor eating as much as Buddha ate
at the end of his life
because let's be honest
he probably was an emotional eater
no matter how peaceful and center he was in life
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what was the root of this desire?
just an animal instinct?
to be accepted?
to be wanted?
to be loved?
or was this
a real deal?
(the real deal he says!)
what is this real deal?
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time was up
I had to move on
a self made timer was ringing as loud as ...well very loud
I probably would never know
or would I?
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and
right
then
she kissed me
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Cheers
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Two photos of the day : you are beautiful

Model: Miss S., Film: Ilford B/W 400

Style: Editorial Fashion + Nude + Sensual Portrait

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let me tell you something about you

you were born on day time or night

your mother was a woman

even if you never saw her again

or if you are still living with her

your father was a man

even if he was just a sperm donor

or if he is still balancing your check book
(if you have a check book)

let me venture a guess

that you cried when you were born

even if not right then

perhaps later

because life makes sure of that

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you fell in love one day

or you thought you did

it could be with yourself

it could be with the idea of love

the guy or the girl in the movies or magazines

or your neighbour, coworkers, the soup kitchen server , the princess

or even your distant cousin (!)

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you hated something or some one
it could be because of your insecurities
or theirs
or both
as well as the rest of the world
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you were kind at times
you were cruel at others
you were celebrated in something
drawing, painting, running, pickpocketing
bullying, talking,
being a victim, singing in your church choir or rock band
drinking or drug use or cooking
crying out loud or making people laugh
or maybe even writing
you were noticed for something
and that made you feel good
so you kept at it
even if it was wrong for you
or others
because what else you could do?
and who can say what is wrong anyway?
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you are beautiful
if you are fat or skinny
if you are bald or dirty

if you are a freak or the definition of boring

if you are sick or healthy
if you are sixteen or ninety
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you probably are beautiful

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Cheers
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Photo of the day : tasting the paradise

Model: Miss T., Film: Fuji 160 PRO

Style: Sensual Modern Editorial Fashion

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the last time

I fell out of time

there was nowhere to go

there was nothing to do

(and there was no need to go anywhere

there was no want to do anything)

but secretly to die in your arms

maybe not in your arms

perhaps while touching them with my finger tips

in the thirst of experiencing an earthy realization of paradise
and you smiled

at me

and

there

it

was

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Cheers
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Two photos of the day : a road to those eyes

Model: Miss J., Films: Ilford 400, Fuji PRO 160

Style: Editorial Fashion Portrait

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there is a road to those eyes

there is a sense of depth

there is a feeling of detachment

and yet a potential harmony

there is her pulse, her shattered skin, her beautiful imagination

there is her pain

there is a moment that nothing else matters but her presence

there is a story written in the small of her back

there is a story in the taste of the sign hidden behind her ear

there is her, in a freezing night filling time with memories

or illusions, or with strangers with empty eyes

there is she, walking tall, painting the walls of hell

with colors of hope

one inch at a time

there is her smell..a scent of reality, wet skin, explosion of desire

there is her, the mysterious yet open silhouette

capturing my imaginations

so effortlessly

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Cheers
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Wolf189

http://www.wolf189.com/

Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Phoenix, NYC
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PS. I am against smoking.