Showing posts with label vintage postcards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage postcards. Show all posts

Monday, February 13, 2012

Vintage Valentine’s

Every year on Valentine’s I just received a phone call from a far distance. Then, I waited for the roses to come, and then I looked at the vintage images that took me to my mornings in a Caribbean island where an old lady would explain me the meaning of St. Valentine’s and I would listen mesmerized while she would prepare coffee and milk for us to have with breakfast. And missing the company of my companion I now don’t have to, but yet these memories that are of longing for the beloved one become as well nostalgic and filled with love from friends and acquaintances. I want to include here Tom, if you know what I mean, I remember the “At least Tom loves you” for Valentine’s! :D

Thus I agree that Valentine’s is also a day for friendship, as I miss those times as well. The lovely Valentine’s without my Valentine. Tomorrow I will receive roses, love cards, and we will have a romantic dinner. At last, after all this time, my first Valentine’s as it should be. Happy Valentine’s and Happy Friendship Day!

Here is a collection of images that I loved sharing on a day like today:

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Thursday, February 2, 2012

Titanic - Nearer, My God, To Thee

Titanic - Nearer, My God, To Thee

Nearer, My God, to Thee.

There let my way appear,
Steps unto heaven,
All that Thou sendest me
In mercy given,
Angels to beckon me,
Nearer, My God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Source Flickr

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Romantic Postcard

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Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Pablo Neruda

 

Aquí te amo.
En los oscuros pinos se desenreda el viento.
Fosforece la luna sobre las aguas errantes.
Andan días iguales persiguiéndose.
Se desciñe la niebla en danzantes figuras.
Una gaviota de plata se descuelga del ocaso.
A veces una vela. Altas, altas estrellas.

Pablo Neruda

 

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