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The photo freezes us into this exact instant. Yet leaves out the intense heat. We locked into this kiss forever happening in colour frozen in B&W.; Curiously there are no insects in this photographic world. Yet so many on that "then." We are at once badly smitten & bitten. Our friend's song also is not captured as the world stops for just that instant. Her naked voice stripped of words her vocalise tangled amongst sunlight and leaves. A fingerprint in purple paint( added years later ) is not visible on this day of days a thing tangible as a soul made visible in deep purple. The photo also fails to convey your lip's softness the kiss's smell of Chardonnay & menthol ciggies. Sweet sweat trickling into eyes wide open our breaths mingling. I take in all the photo elects to leave out. The kiss hidden now by death... ...the death of days and that infamous famous purple fingerprint.
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
ANY ONE VOWEL OF THE SINGER'S CHOOSING
The photo freezes us into this exact instant. Yet leaves out the intense heat. We locked into this kiss forever happening in colour frozen in B&W.; Curiously there are no insects in this photographic world. Yet so many on that "then." We are at once badly smitten & bitten. Our friend's song also is not captured as the world stops for just that instant. Her naked voice stripped of words her vocalise tangled amongst sunlight and leaves. A fingerprint in purple paint( added years later ) is not visible on this day of days a thing tangible as a soul made visible in deep purple. The photo also fails to convey your lip's softness the kiss's smell of Chardonnay & menthol ciggies. Sweet sweat trickling into eyes wide open our breaths mingling. I take in all the photo elects to leave out. The kiss hidden now by death... ...the death of days and that infamous famous purple fingerprint.
Vocalise, Op. 34, No. 14, is a song by Sergei Rachmaninoff, composed and published in 1915 as the last of his "Fourteen Songs", Op. 34. Written for high voice (soprano or tenor) with piano accompaniment, it contains no words, but is sung using any one vowel (of the singer's choosing). It was dedicated to soprano Antonina Nezhdanova.
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
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