Description

This image was also taken in agadir marocco. The children were not supose to be there at first. I only want a picture of the sky, the sand and the bords. But then from nowhere a lot of children came runing my way and it was such a moment for me.



Poetry ::::
Lucifer
Paper exposed by light,
Is Equal to the woman’s charm
Wit the painter colours the soul.
For the nuances you wear becomes thy fortress
Distinguished, not beautiful nor God
Called Lucifer the worst of them all
Hopeless Vision so black
Beauty whom destined the world below
God was painting a soul,
Looking blindly above the skies
Seeking for a mirror,
yearning for reflection
He treasured his heart, wanting a hero
Blissful ignorance created a killer

Adam
Help me forget thy paradise.
Teach me oh Lord.
For I ask thee;
Weren’t we your children?
Thus you lure us?
Creating our minds to blindly choose
Good was created thence evil as well.
How did thy tongue so sharp
Talk so soft and cut so little?
Finishing an impossible task
How you managed I fear not ask?
Changing into the shape of a snake
Blissfully Perceiving your take
I recall my fear pleasuring your face
When you sent us to earth
To thy sacred place.