salopalo Parallels| Paralelos ​ I respect you greatly, but exponentially more than you will ever know. I listen to the steps. I see the raindrops become one with the pavement, giving luster to the dark street. I hear the nuanced inflections of your name. I imagine the regular conversations we may have had in another time, another place. I imagine you and these persistent blue bubbles, giggling at life, smiling at me. I admire you for what you are, I cherish you for what you choose to be. I genuflect in respect to the things you opt not to wantonly share. Above all, I applaud you for mastering, dominating the parallels of life. ​ Te respeto mucho, aunque de tal forma exponencial que nunca los sabrás. Escucho los pasos. Veo las gotas de lluvia como se unen a la vereda, dándole así brillo a la calle oscura. Oigo tu nombre con matizadas inflexiones. Pienso en conversaciones rutinarias que habríamos tenido en otro tiempo, en otro lugar. Te imagino con estas burbujas azules constantes, riéndote de la vida, sonriéndote conmigo. Te admiro por lo que eres, te valoro por lo que elijes ser. Me arrodillo pensando en las cosas que prefieres no compartir arbitrariamente. Sobre todo, te aplaudo por dominar las cosas paralelas de la vida. | Umbrella, hat and mobile are from pngimg.com | Dude is the thinker from @photocrashapps | Helpless figure in the distance is from @fantastic_elements | 8h

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salopalo I quiver at the thought that our worlds may not eventually coalesce. I harbor a tear, an agony, a process still unfolding with echoes of your name. I see you as you are, but elevate you to a different form of living. I genuflect before you as it is my only reaction. I look at a distance for the bells that never ring. Is it true that the journey to you is a simple thing. May I have the code to make things clearer in my ignorance. I dream of a world with bells and whistles and the subtlety of a written word. I dream awake. I persist in thinking the very things that evoke your name. | This is my edit of a great photo by @alissaizaham #alissaizaham_ffa| Hat and pigeon are from pngimg.com | Balloon is from Lory Stripes | 2d

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salopalo I have been to Shanghai and back, looking for you. I wouldn't have expected to be back here, in the damp and dark, but I have no remedy. I am only whole with the idea that you will grace my life with your presence. I know you are harsh in resolution, but I harbor thoughts about the things we share, the ideas that nurture us, the little things that make us tick. We clicked once, and it seemed that forever was in our sight. Lucky is here to remind you. I am open and intrepid, and expose myself to your touch, to your words, to the perdition of your proximity. Even when incongruence affects us, I get a rush. It is life. It is in a certain way that which propels our spirit. Hold my hand...and let us make believe we can tame our wild spirit. | This is my edit of a cool shot from my Collabstream bro, @_kk22_ | Lucky the dog is from pngimg.com | Collabstream 2d

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salopalo Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.

Plutarch | Edit for #applifam15dec | Photo by @jvdt for @applifam | Painting is by Ferdinand Moutier, 1895 | Photo manipulated with permission of @MuseeVillaMontebello for #TSM_esas | I embedded my background | Foreground was embedded with MasterFx |
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salopalo With this warmth at my feet, I can stay forever. There are things I think about and would rather forget. There are many unfulfilled thoughts of where I have wanted to be. But this moment is precious and rare; I am simply at ease with me. I am typically atypical. I really do not know myself as I thought I did. Each day is a beginning, a new plan, a different dream. Sometimes I think that my life is a series of meandering walking trips. I laugh a lot, perhaps to bury my serious, recurring thoughts. I feel silly often and wonder whether this will subside when I find the direction in life that seems to have eluded me. I am warm at my feet. Maybe that is, for now, a simple slice of eternity. Welcome to my manipulated shot, with a girl from Pixabay and birds from DistressedFX 3d

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salopalo I walk and walk, for my own protection. It is here that I come to reconcile my facile words with the truth. I am never sure of anything but that I breathe. I sense my laugh. I fathom that I think. I believe myself to inhabit the same vehicle for a time. That is all I think I know. I do cherish moments of frolic, instances of levity. People are interesting creatures, far more so than they'll ever know. They're too preoccupied with a journey to notice, to take stock, to transcend. There are too many things that worry people in the daily grind. They seek too many answers and forget that an answer begets a progeny of questions. Nothing stays quite the same. This place is perfect for an echo. It restores my dripping soul. | Balloon from Lory Stripes | Silhouette from FE | Birds from DistressedFx | 4d

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salopalo Painted Words Accompanying A Painting Within A Painting As a young boy I told my parents that I would never grow too old for toys. That remains true.
I find it easier with them to think about things, and to put them in the way I tend to see. We spend much too much time worrying about stuff, often about another's thing. It is healthier to read, reflect, conjure up, pray, even reminisce. There are toys, some intangible, that can help fulfill a thought, exude a sensation, bring a smile, produce an evolving thing.
Thankful for all toys I remain... | This is my edit for #applifam12dec | Original photo by @jvdt for @applifam | Embedded painting is by Charles Mozin, manipulated with permission from @MuseeVillaMontebello | Man depiction of me is actually a dude from pngimg.com, as is his hat, iPhone and the shopping bag | Man's jacket, adopted to fit my "dark" style, is from Photocrash | Bird is from DistressedFx | This piece was done as a tribute to, and in the style of, one of my favorite painters: the late great Lucian Freud. Lastly ( and for those that are still reading ) this post is dedicated to @mikaelcho, in gratitude for creating Unsplash, which has greatly diversified my evolving adventures in editing. #unsplash
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salopalo Ode in the Wind
It is not right of me to think of you, precisely on this, your wedding night. There was a time where by happenstance we had occasion to walk. I became addicted to your person. In the span of five minutes, my life flashed right before me. I felt a rush, a coldness in my fingertips. I saw my elevation as I heard you direct words to me. It seemed that, against all logic, I would have gladly exchanged much of me, my living space, my known world, to be with you. I was stunned that your eyes sought out a reaction in me. I have often daydreamed of capturing that moment once more. I felt an exposed elation at the time, and I joked it off afterwards, even to you. I do not know whether I ever registered in you, beyond a kind comment, playful banter of people in mid swing. I am too illogical and obtuse to have ever said much to you of consequence. In my own way, I always felt that you could see right through, that you could even count the beats lashing in my heart. Silhouette figure is from Pixabay
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salopalo The Eye of Laura Bar

Pardon if my thinking seems a bit disheveled. It is just that at times I think there is simply another side of me. I am basically comfortable. The other one is much less certain, about everything. I carry balance and dignity, while my cohabiter is impulsive and curious. I am perhaps all those at once and can see and refuse to see these things. My eye is piercing, my eye is kind. Is it me or is it you to feel unease about my look. I am soft and supple, but at times feel trapped in a torrid shell. Tell me that my eye does not displease you...as it is the window to my soul. | This is my edit of a shot by @instablond1 | The alter face is from pngimg.com | Collabstream
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salopalo Monsieur Raymond

I am slick, debonair, and ever so digitized. I think I may even be able to control the weather. But I think, and think and come to reminisce. The sounds of perfection still come from a Stradivarius. I may do my best to come close, to come within a respectable reach. But in the end I feel as if my efforts often miss a beat, are sometimes devoid of that pristine, living thing. I have, as the crowd, fallen into an epicycle. I look at you, Old Man, for that simple logic. I see your footprints in the snow. I see the gleaming smile in all your work. I stand here stupefied. I salute your eternal smile. | This is my edit for #applifam09dec | Original photo of Bocquet's sculpture of Savignac taken by @jvdt for @applifam | Man standing from pngimg.com | Water and bridge from MasterFx | Ladder from Photocrash | #reflectapp #stackablesapp Ghost #mextures Wonderlust #masterfx #collabstream
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salopalo The Flight

Come, my child, to a place God has surely chosen for us. I know not what is in store, save that I will protect and mind you till my dying day. It is the still of the night, and you are right that this serenity seems all the more frightening. But this hope is a real force that was given to His creatures. I do not know much. I sometimes think I am even beyond the point of learning. And yet, something guides me. I feel that tonight, in our departure. All will be well. I will strive to make it so. This boat is our key and our salvation. It is a leaf. It is a feather. It is our beacon in the vastness. | This is my edit for #applifam07dec | Original photo by @jvdt for @applifam | The figures in black, boat and ground were manipulated from the original photo | The sky, water, color are all from paid apps | | On my personal news bulletin, one of my own players head-butted me while defending a corner kick. No stitches but a nice little permanent reminder of my soccer lunacy. | Collabstream
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salopalo Walking wolf

I am the wolf. I am the wolf. I am walking. I am talking. I am talking to myself. Pardon me if I do not stop to say hello, to acknowledge your meaningful presence. Excuse me as I rush....as I rush...to simply find myself. I am a man, I am an entity. Perhaps I am in delusion, and neither makes me plebian...crowns me king. Does it all matter. A life I have spent, in this body, in this shell. What does it mean, what does it matter. When you have to walk the walk and soon render talk to the most High, well...excuse the hurry, forgive my disheveling, focus on my few memorable flashes. I am in a rush, I am in a hurry. I am totally flustered, I want to turn back time, to get it right. At once, though.....I am tired. I am more than whole. God has made me. God has allowed me. God may yet free the parts of me. I release myself, and I release my anger. I will no longer hear. I will no longer see. I am a wolf. A simple walking being. | My edit of a cool shot by @aaron.atanacio7 #aa7_ffa | Check out his feed for more cool imagery! | Off to soccer, peeps! COLLABSTREAM
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salopalo Spiritual Rest

I come here, at a distance, to rest my eyes. I am not sleepy, you see. I have as I look Coltrane's Spiritual in my head. You needn't worry about the physical part of me. You should realize that, when you and I are at peace, it is the closest I've ever come to happiness in this place. A smile on my young one and I see the fulfillment in your eyes. I see the merriment of your touch. I long to slide my fingers through your hair and feel your breath all in my face. Yes, I come here to feel the colors in this life. You must know that I talk to you even in my sleep. This is where I come to gain the wisdom of vintage serenity. This is where I sow my hopes, in the ridges of your smile. You are my terror and my agony, but in moments of calm you are truly the only...the only one I see. | This is my edit based on a shot by Silvestri Matteo | Embedded figure is my manipulated creation |
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salopalo The Conversation Perhaps with a greater wisdom it did not have to be this way. You and I are simply from different worlds, far removed in perception and logic. I know you mean well; so do I. We agree on the edges, perhaps enough to keep us in the same side of a sinking sanity. But is the point of a joint vision to work or feel as one. I am not sure we ever embarked on each other with intelligence, and perhaps that should be so. Much reflection would have victimized our appreciation of each other. Perhaps it is never supposed to feel completely right anyway. The most exciting things in life after all are illicit or unhealthy. And so it is with us. Here I offer you peace, future conversations and history together that defy our logic. The standing figures are my digital art concoction, enhanced obviously with apps. 2w

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salopalo A Regular Man He was after all a man like any other, just like me. His ideas, and my life circumstance, were simply at odds. I am sure he had a family. Most of us at some point do. He was bringing me bad news. It was perhaps a very normal chore for him. It was shattering for me. I stood there, looking at him. I saw past him as he spoke. At first I resented all this legal machinery. Why did everyone want to fit in and do no less than the other. I don't think like that. I help wherever I can, whenever I see a need. I had a guy steel my tires once, then come back to sell them to me. I didn't see him do it. I focused on his need, and my fast convenience in buying what was already mine. I didn't feel a great loss. I did not feel a lesser man. This day, I felt worse, since someone was stealing legally from me, directly from my name. I needn't see a scripture or a judgment. It feels like the saddest loss of all. I feel no lesser as a person, but wonder if I will ever reconcile the loss directly from my soul. | This is my edit of a great shot by Todd Quakenbush | Figure in the distance is by my very talented Collabstream bro, @_kk22_ | 2w

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salopalo William Shakespeare's Sonnet 116:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. | This is my edit of a great shot by "Sunset Girl" | Figure with hat is from PC | Hat is from WowFx | This is also my entry for the @artistry_flair and @distressedfxapp challenge #artistry_flair_distressedfx |
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salopalo The Seasonal Climber And it is thus that Santa's helpers strive
Climbing chimneys, buildings, structures known to all
And while they may drop wrapped articles
They also drop thoughts, ideas, sentiments
In dark of night, invisible to an impatient eye
Yet the struggle is there
To plant balance, patience, pleasant demeanors
Even in cauldrons with excess heat

It is for the third eye to value
The significance of calm minds
To withstand incongruence with dignity
To stay true to a healthier mind | This is my edit of another great shot by @ku.to | Figure is from Pixabay |
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salopalo The commute The rule of thirds, right...
It seems I spend a third of the time working
Another third sleeping supposedly
And what's left, I seem to be caged in this contraption.

I move and yet stay unchanged
I see those with me in a trance
Their flavored stories unite with mine
It is an alliance undefined

I think but seek a sleep
I wonder what's really behind that book or cell
I look and look and blur my view
Seeking a light, just killing time | This is my edit of a great shot by @ku.to | Embedded silhouette from Pixabay | Hat is from @WowFx | ( A tribute to Edward Hopper.... )
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salopalo The walks I will remember not for the steps or nuances of the road. The talks I will remember not for the words in the exchange. I will remember all with the noblest part of me. I will remember all since the instant you settled in all of me. Just seconds create roads. Glances construct the greatest bridges. I will remember the little things not with my human memory but with what I conceive to be my soul. (lines optimized for iPhone6 Plus) | This is my edit of a great shot by Martin Dorsch | couple is from Pixabay | 2w

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salopalo I waited and waited and you never came. It was perhaps my imagination playing tricks on me with the idea that you would reverse course and land in my arms again. I started the day full of angst and hesitation at the thought of restructuring my days to acquaint myself with life without you. I then passed by our favorite place in the city, saw the confetti and imagined that our love had been restored again. My body cannot conceive of life without you and everything ---colors, smells, sights, textures---rise and fall in the context of your presence. I rise and fall, and I am fully a creature of your presence. I live the fullest with the splendor of your touch. My soul, let me share the sight of the confetti with you, for now.....for always. This is my edit of a great shot by @seemoris 3w

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