φωτεινότερο- brighter

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   Τάκης Παπατσώνης

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Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

― Leonardo da Vinci

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things: Gerard Manely Hopkins

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The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844–1889

We are only passing by.

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Looking down

lines of light reflecting;

little fish around my feet

Fish, light, cool sea-surface--

We are only passing by. We were never really here.

We forget so to remember

pebbles beneath sea surface     ©fourteenth

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silence

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