tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28214829674400306462012-02-25T08:42:02.950-08:00Secrets of deathOld cemeteries, stone angels, fantomes, the mystery of life and death,Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-40208148622581676642011-08-31T00:07:00.000-07:002011-11-02T02:43:11.067-07:00The end of summerMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-37691901432817074112010-11-30T16:34:00.000-08:002010-11-30T16:34:18.384-08:00Monna Innominata (I dream of you, to wake)
I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;
Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,
As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight.
In happy dreams I hold you full in night.
I blush again who waking look so wan;
Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,
In happy dreams your smile makes day of night.
Thus only in a dream we are at one,
Thus Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-27206758567816817552010-03-29T15:57:00.000-07:002010-11-20T05:13:19.525-08:00As flowers die The sick rose by William Blake
O rose thou art sick.
The invisible wormthat flies in the nightIn the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-6437672854019042072010-01-29T13:28:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:09:32.127-08:00Do not stand at my grave and weepDo not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow,I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am the starshine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I amMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-26611945345730923222009-12-18T13:16:00.000-08:002009-12-18T14:51:52.572-08:00A step Photograph by Jeff MaioA STEPOn the other side of darkness,far away there shines a light,A light to end all sorrow,A light to be ever free,A light for a new tomorrowA light for you and meOn the other side of darkness,far away there shines a light,A light which gives out joy,A light which is made of love,A light which minds employ,That light in heaven aboveOn the other side of darkness,far away Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-76240922697959136782009-11-01T13:59:00.000-08:002009-11-01T14:11:24.154-08:00Rain before dawnPhotograph: Angel in the rain by Tim Oliver Husser.The dull, faint patter in the drooping hoursDrifts in upon my sleep and fills my hairWith damp; the burden of the heavy airIs strewn upon me where my tired soul cowers,Shrinking like some lone queen in empty towersDying. Blind with unrest I grow aware:The pounding of broad wings drifts down the stairAnd sates me like the heavy scent of flowers.I Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-28569067709869914832009-10-20T09:28:00.000-07:002009-10-20T10:01:45.241-07:00Last sunrays I saw your faceenlightened by the last sunrays. Distant worlds burn like fire in your eyes.Where do you wander my beloved one?Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-62074701069152340432009-10-09T16:07:00.000-07:002009-10-09T16:12:01.565-07:00Warm colours and cold stonesI like to keep this blog black and white with some faint colurs now and then, but when it's fall here in Holland and i love to place autumn photographs, this blog shall have more colours than usual. :-)Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-23711330729275699642009-10-03T14:17:00.000-07:002009-10-03T14:20:18.740-07:00O, oh death * Ralph StanleyMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-22519745389006713192009-09-26T13:37:00.000-07:002009-09-26T14:03:06.819-07:00That time of yearThat time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.In me thou see'st the glowing of such fireThat onMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-46228906983550880212009-09-04T06:56:00.000-07:002009-09-26T13:41:42.881-07:00What is she dreaming about?Although these angels don't have their home on the cemeteray, i still want to share their images with you. The first one, dreaming angel, i made in a little church in France but shame on me i've forgotten the name of the village. The second angel, who's looking up, i made in the beautiful Cathedral of Boulogne sur mer. Later while driving the car i found out that Boulogne also has a very nice Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-37001004043083459732009-07-12T05:39:00.000-07:002009-09-26T13:54:06.591-07:00DignityLife is an unanswered question, but let's still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.Tennessee WilliamsMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-77588570396725499302009-07-05T05:17:00.000-07:002009-09-26T13:56:02.766-07:00Girl and death By Edvard MunchMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-68230253248585012442009-06-30T13:33:00.001-07:002009-09-26T13:48:35.237-07:00A dream within a dreamPhotograph The longing of a ghost by Bright soulTake this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-18510407516790988752009-06-27T18:36:00.000-07:002009-06-27T18:42:43.852-07:00Petite fantome Photograph by Renoux Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-90540499629951157332009-06-18T15:45:00.000-07:002009-09-26T13:47:36.898-07:00I dream my future * Ik droom mijn toekomst Gravel rustle under my feetThoughts wandering to expired timesTomorrow is yesterday sighs the sinking sunI dream my future into oblivion.Grind knispert onder mijn voetenGedachten dwalen naar voorbijgegane tijdMorgen is gisteren verzucht de zinkende zonIk droom mijn toekomst in vergetelheid.Momo LunaMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-38149309121428695372009-06-17T18:11:00.000-07:002010-05-28T15:32:51.707-07:00Then shall you truly dancePhotograph by Cathy from One pink goose. DEATHYou would know the secret of death.But how shall you find itunless you seek it in the heart of life?The owl whose night-bound eyes are blindunto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,open your heart wide unto the body of life.For life and death are one,even as the river and the sea are one.In the Momo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-25729596131166763132009-06-17T16:30:00.000-07:002009-10-20T14:52:13.891-07:00angelsMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821482967440030646.post-87472724139288686422009-06-01T17:09:00.000-07:002010-08-23T15:38:04.461-07:00testMomo Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170657311754852851noreply@blogger.com0