Category Archives: Invisible stories

Words are dangerous tools

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Words are dangerous tools. You need the User Manual.

I will be able to help you fill in your User Manual for Legal English, Saturday, the 12th December.

 

ATELIERE TEMATICE LIMBA ENGLEZA

Sambata, 12 decembrie, 10-16, workshop tematic engleza juridica.

Topic: Contract formation & contract remedies.

 

Seurat, love in spring

 

 

 

 

 

 

This picture is covered in words. My User Manual speaks like this:

Love is shining grass in spring,

Love is solace in the wind,

Love is smilling beneath trees,

Love is in the simple things … when laugh.

 

Many Happy Returns Mr Georges Seurat (2 December 1859 – 29 March 1891)!

 

 

William Blake’s birthday

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William Blake: 28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827.

“Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.”

“The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.”

“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite.”

 

William Blake, “The Night of Enitharmon’s Joy“, 1795. Blake’s vision of Hecate, Greek goddess of black magic and the underworld.

William Blake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He has been my beacon in declaring my Invisible Stories, as imagination can make the Invisible, Visible.

November English/ Preclude

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Preclude = to put a barrier before; to shut out; to hinder; to stop; to impede;
to keep from happening or arising; have the effect of preventing:

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He couldn’t be captured in a phrase
Or one hundred…

He was like no one,

He was like a foreign country
That you travelled through
Eerie landscapes and glistening lakes
Towards horizons
Camouflaged in mists
Precluding
Happiness
once felt
And dreamed about.

He was like a giant umbrella
In bright colors
Protective of winds and shadows
Bandaging unseen wounds
In tenderness and
Love.

 

Scandinavia

 

Foreign country by Harald Sohlberg.

 

Halloween

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This is an old text of mine first published on iuliahalatz.blogspot.ro.

“It was the worst of times; it was the best of times.” (Charles Dickens).

It is the worst of times because winter is coming, and it is the best of times as underneath decaying dreams and leaves, spring and joyous days await.
Waiting for spring has glorious snow perfume dissipating into windy mists and cosy thoughts behind blurred windows.

Nevertheless, for Halloween, I light a green candle, preferably in a pumpkin, and I light many, many candles for my departed loved ones and loving people to find traces of my love. Undying…

 

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Painting By Lou Ann Bagnall.

 

Crude autumn afternoon

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In autumns
we follow the light…
We find it
shuffling her feet on leaves
early yellow
in despairs for winters.

It hurries onto
Your face
As golden as midsummer roses
Absorbing all the beauties
that were…

Press a little bit of it
Under the folded layers
Of your heart

To warm your fire.

 

Autumn by Peter Fiore

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn light By Peter Fiore.

blogdecompanie.wordpress.com/2015/09/19/autumn/.

 

 

Harbour flare

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Harbours are places for encounters
We go there often.
We play a game
Of looking at ships gliding
Through foreign scents and mists
and amiable far-aways…

Water is a place for
life and dreams.

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Painting: Harbour flare by John Atkinson Grimshawn.

Inspiration: Moby Dick by Herman Melville.

Harald Sohlberg

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Harald Sohlberg. I could write a poem for each and every one of his paintings.

A Moonlight with a Lighthouse, Coast of Tuscany ?exhibited 1789 Joseph Wright of Derby 1734-1797 Purchased 1949 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N05882

A Moonlight with a Lighthouse, Coast of Tuscany.

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What is the light without a moon

And the moon without the light?

The light is what we crave

But moon is what we see.