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Asphalt road
2012.08.07
There was an asphalt road
by Sara Nummenpää
There was an asphalt road along which I walked my childhood
In the warmth of the summers, in the warmth of careless feet
And strawberries strung on wild grass.
The juice of the sun on our cheeks dripped and
We were golden, rugged tar beneath our soles.
My feet were black in the summer.
A child, the sky over my head was too large,
A blue in which I lost myself should I look up.
So I watched the road.
The sun never set on us, but bathed us in the unearthly gold of night.
It washed away tomorrow, it washed away the day past.
It washed away sound but for the far-away buzz of birds and traffic.
The asphalt was always warm after the glow of the day,
And beneath my feet I could feel the tires of cars long gone.
Someday I’d be the driver, too busy to meet the road,
Too busy to walk down my old friend in the evening sun,
But that was far away and my feet were young.
by Sara Nummenpää
There was an asphalt road along which I walked my childhood
In the warmth of the summers, in the warmth of careless feet
And strawberries strung on wild grass.
The juice of the sun on our cheeks dripped and
We were golden, rugged tar beneath our soles.
My feet were black in the summer.
A child, the sky over my head was too large,
A blue in which I lost myself should I look up.
So I watched the road.
The sun never set on us, but bathed us in the unearthly gold of night.
It washed away tomorrow, it washed away the day past.
It washed away sound but for the far-away buzz of birds and traffic.
The asphalt was always warm after the glow of the day,
And beneath my feet I could feel the tires of cars long gone.
Someday I’d be the driver, too busy to meet the road,
Too busy to walk down my old friend in the evening sun,
But that was far away and my feet were young.
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Great idea ! Perfect :)
helys · 2012-08-07: 04:30
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Were are we going ?? Love the movement.great shot!
EvaLizette · 2012-08-07: 06:04
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superb!! speedy racer coming
Ejrodriguez · 2012-08-07: 06:16
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Les pieds noirs et collants du goudron de l'été tracent le chemin aléatoire des jours qui se succèdent. Les mots et la photo forment une ensemble mélancolique et beau
josy63 · 2012-08-07: 10:55
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it's almost as if you were strapped to the front end of a speeding car and off you went, with the wind, and the bugs.....ooops...sorry, got carried away there....Fantastic and very realistic shot Tonio!
KatysPassionata · 2012-08-07: 16:27
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Yes, I remember!
Lsample · 2012-08-07: 16:39
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Gosto da dinamica desta imagem! Uma estrada é sempre uma incógnita, pode levar-nos a qualquer lado!
Unchained · 2012-08-08: 05:13
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Great shot... looking down and going on and on and on ;) Wonderful words to set the mood.
nynkeb · 2012-08-08: 09:00
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Quando se é criança tudo é tão perfeito... Eu gostei da perspectiva e do desfoque dá uma impressão do asfalto fumagando em um dia muito quente!
Nanci22 · 2012-08-08: 16:01
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Fantastic.
Paradoxigal · 2012-08-10: 10:03
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