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Welcome! This is mainly a photo blog, but I couldn't resist adding my other interest - literature, and poetry in special. Hunting down the best photograph to accompany a poem is a challenge I love. I hope you will enjoy it too!

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The Diva Dance

Talented Opera Singer Masters the Impossible “Diva Dance” Song

The Fifth Element is one of my  favorite movies. I was thrilled when I discovered that My Modern Met had an interesting article about The Diva Dance, an otherworldly song performed in the movie by an alien opera singer called Diva Plavalaguna. 

It seems that the composer Eric Serra had written the song so that it wouldn’t be possible for a singer to hit some of the high notes so quickly after another. The original song was performed in the movie by the Albanian opera singer Inva Mula-Tchako, and she had to sing those high notes individually; then they were arranged digitally.

Jane Zhang, a Chinese opera singer, took on the challenge and hit all notes without computer help. Listen to her amazing performance, it’ll give you goosebumps!

And here’s the (digitally enhanced) original.

Haiku Tuesday: Moon-Viewing At My Hut

The Moon

Oh, glorious moon! I strolled

Around the pond all night long.

by Basho

Translation by Asataro Miyamori

Acquainted With The Night

Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost, Acquainted With The Night

Fire and Ice

Plateau Rosa Glacier

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Robert Frost, Fire and Ice

How To Be An Artist

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A few weeks ago I’ve stumbled over an interesting article about art and artists, How to Be an Artist, by Jerry Saltz, the New York Magazine art critic. The whole article lists thirty-three points and is worth reading in full. I have inserted below a few points that resonated with me. Especially the last one. LOL.

  • Tell your own story and you will be interesting.
  • Your skill will be whatever it is you’re doing differently.
  • Writers need editors.* No exceptions.
  • Life is your syllabus: gather from everywhere.
  • The best definition of success is time - the time to do your work.
  • Be delusional: I have one solution to turn away these demons: After beting yourself up for half an hour or so, stop and say out ljud, ”Yeah, but I’m a fucking genius”.

* My comment: definitely; it’s sufficient to compare Andy Weir’s ”The Martian” (self-published) and ”Artemis”. QED.

I love Science-Fiction and I did read the whole  ”Martian”. But I wished all the time for an editor. I almost grabbed a pen and started editing myself.

Happy New 2019!

Happy New Year by Mihaela Limberea

It’s New Year’s Eve! I wish you a very, very Happy New Year! May 2019 bring you and yours much joy and happiness!

Any New Beginning Is Forged From The Shards Of The Past

Winter in Winterthur, Switzerland by Mihaela Limberea (1)

Any new beginning is forged from the shards of the past, not from the abandonment of the past

Craig D. Lounsbrough

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I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it. Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

Neil Gaiman

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Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man.

Benjamin Franklin

Winter in Winterthur, Switzerland by Mihaela Limberea

With the new year comes a refueled motivation to improve on the past one.

Gretchen Bleiler

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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art—write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

Neil Gaiman

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May Light always surround you;

Hope kindle and rebound you.

May your Hurts turn to Healing;

Your Heart embrace Feeling.

May Wounds become Wisdom;

Every Kindness a Prism.

May Laughter infect you;

Your Passion resurrect you.

May Goodness inspire

your Deepest Desires.

Through all that you Reach For,

May your arms Never Tire.


Merry Christmas!

Christmas Tree by Mihaela Limberea

I wish you a Merry Christmas and a wonderful day with family and friends!

In The Midst Of Winter

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In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

Albert Camus

That Is No Country For Old Men

That is no country for old men


That is no country for old men. The young

In one another's arms, birds in the trees,

— Those dying generations — at their song,

The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,

Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long

Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

Caught in that sensual music all neglect

Monuments of unageing intellect.


An aged man is but a paltry thing,

A tattered coat upon a stick, unless

Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

For every tatter in its mortal dress,

Nor is there singing school but studying

Monuments of its own magnificence;

And therefore I have sailed the seas and come

To the holy city of Byzantium.

W. B. Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium

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