How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
~ Rilke ~
About the Photographer:
Alfred loves to travel and photograph.
He hails from Austria.
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According to Alfred the following is true:
Citizen of the World
Living without a cat...
I Belong to group.as
I am involved in
Public Circles Project