09 February 2011

PHOTO-WORDS


By: Sylvia Davila MM
Bogotá
History's re-run
It is not a matter of money...  but of knowledge
It gets done not by force...  but with soul
It is conquered not by fear... but by love
Every time the message is clearly set...
this crazy world kills de messenger.

(Photo: Silvia Davila M)
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When eyes come out
out of our dreams
they do denounce
where they have been.

                                               It seems...
(Photos Silvia Davila M)
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A world that turns on its own axis
will always run to bite its tale
when journey reaches the very end
it's just arriving to the first step.
(Photo: Google)
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A circular road taught me where I stand
(Photo: Silvia Davila M)
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Only what breaks the mould... evolves
(Photo: Silvia Davila M)
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Lion awakes to a new dawn...
May morning light sharpen his sight
make body and mind both
                                                          soft and strong
a light that shines       right in his heart

(Photo Google)
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Its worn out surface will always keep
hugs given-received
that made life worth to live.
(Photo: Silvia Davila M)
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The Book of life... awaits light.
(Photo: Silvia Davila M)
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When stars are blue
their light gets blurred.
(Photo: Silvia Davila M)
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There's only one lonely star tonight
in the vast sky
And I say to myself
thank God there is one
close and distant... brilliant star.

(Photo: Laura Wills)

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If I could change the world...
                 ...I'd put you in  it.

(Photo: Silvia Davila M)
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If to matter means materializing... I wish you would matter

(Photo: Silvia Davila M)
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An enchanted moment      it is
every time I find you
close and distant shiny star
A mystery born from a dream
that was once... and is to be

(Photo: Laura Wills)
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Twin souls
Eyes that meet and see lives and worlds recalled
that stood once
and this time.... perhaps
for all.


(Photo:Silvia Davila M)
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Smile
An S an M an I a L an E
that burst, rise, fly to the mouth
struggling to get out
but the lips won't let go.
It's the essence of joy
I do know.
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How do you get to a point?

By pointing it out?
or   
by making a point?


Sylvia Davila Morales M/ Pipol Magazine

(Photo: Google)

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