From: Doru Vulturesti

via Bună-vă dimineața-vă! — Vultureşti

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A Fabulous gift from Resa…

This is for Georgiann. I found a massive mural, and enough art my battery died, but this is the one piece that truly moved me. I’m calling Street Heart. Pics taken by Resa – September 21, 2017 Toronto, Canada The Artists: LENNY & the bagman

via Power of Love — Graffiti Lux and Murals

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“Everything’s so BIG. I can see forever…”



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Trees are…


Trees are good for climbing.  They’re good for shelter.  They’re good for listening to your problems and they’re good when it comes to helping you figure things out.  They are good to rest in and they are good for holding small houses that don’t hurt them.  They like it when you hug them and give them lots of positive energy.  They hug back and return the favor.  They like it when you decorate them and they like it when you sing with them, when the wind is rustling their lives.  They don’t care if you read while you sit in their branches. they also don’t care if squirrels and birds build nests in their crooks either.  Trees are generous and kind.  They teach us all kinds of lessons, like how to have roots, how to reach for the sky, how to sleep through the winter and how to welcome guests.  They ask for very little, just water and sunlight.  They can pretty much take care of themselves.  They don’t like peanut butter but they are okay with it if it’s mixed with birdseed and spread on their twigs, so the birds don’t starve when it’s ten degrees outside.  Trees can be quiet or noisy, depending on how they are feeling.  They don’t like bark piled up against their trunk because it kills them.  They don’t like embers or fire around their roots either.  They hate being cut down and would prefer to  live out their lives in their own way.  Trees never think about how beautiful they are because they just ARE, and that’s enough.  They do enjoy tea parties and polite children, however.  Nasty kids often fall out of trees and it’s not always by accident, believe me.  Trees are not passive, they are quite involved in living every single day.  So, when you see trees, say hello.  Touch them and tell them to have a nice day.  They’ll like that.  So will you.

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“Why are we here?” he sighed.

“You mean in the coffee shop?” she asked, staring at him.

“No, here, in the world?”

“If I had to guess, I’d say that someone put us here to watch us try to escape.”

“Seriously,” he said, laughing.

“Do you have a better reason? And please don’t say that we’re here to love, to learn, to experience, gag.”


“Pat answers about something we can never know, make me gag.”

“My name is Peter.”

“I’m Clare,” she said, sipping her hot chocolate.  “Any other impossible questions you’d like me to answer?”

“How long do you think it will take you to fall in love with me?”

She put down her cup, leaned back in her chair and stared at him.  “I’m not sure.  I’d have to know what books you like to read, what movies you enjoy.  I’d have to know who you voted for in the last election, that would be a deal breaker, for sure, and I’d like to know where you came from and what you think about government and education.”

“Do you have a form I could fill out?”

“I can make one up for you, if you like.”

“Do you like to travel?”


“Me too.”

“What do you do?”

“When?” he asked, frowning.

“…for a living?”

“Oh, I’m a writer.”

“Really?  And you can survive doing it?”

“I’m a really good writer,” he snickered.  What do you do?”

“Anything I want to,” she said.

“Do you want to do something with me?”


He laughed again and poured three packets of sugar into his coffee.  “What do you think about carbs?”

“The more the merrier.”

“If you’re not busy this weekend will you marry me?”

“Anything is possible but I think I should at least know your last name before committing to anything.”


“Cats or dogs?”

“Definitely cats.”

“You’re doing quite well,” she muttered

“Country or city?”

“Always city,” she said.

“Me too.”

“Flying or driving?”

“Flying, of course.  What’s the point of wasting time getting to where you want to go?”

“Maybe a short engagement,” she chuckled.

“Do I still have to fill out the form?”

“I need to see your bookcase.”

“Not my etchings?”

“Are they any good?”

“I don’t have any,” he said.

“Favorite food?”

“Mexican, slash, Italian.”


“How many languages do you speak?” he asked.

“All of them, just in English.”

He choked and grabbed for a napkin.

“What?” she said.

“Great answer.”

“How man kids do you want to have?”


“That’s the same amount I want,” she said, leaning over her cup.

“Are you married?”

“Sometimes,” she said.

“What does that mean?”

“If someone hits on me and I want them to go away I tell them I’m married.  See, a lot of men refuse to take no for an answer but if you tell them you’re married, they respect the fact that you’re the property of another guy.  That’s how thick witted they are, never, for a moment understanding that women are wild and free, never belonging to anyone but themselves.”

He touched her hand and sighed.  “Honeymoon in Paris?”

“Is there anywhere else?”

“No, there isn’t,” he said, seriously.

“Why aren’t you with someone?” she asked.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”




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Street art…

Artist:  Levalet
Paris, France

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From: streetart360

As this week is devoted to Street art in Flanders, It is absolutely essential to dedicate an article to ROA. ROA is a Belgium Street Artist from Ghent and probably one of the most famous urban artist’s in the world. Whether on social networks or on a wall, it is likely we have all seen […]

via ROA “Lifesize Animal Murals” — Best of Street Art and Graffiti – streetart360

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