salopalo Well, I would have to say that I no longer recognize this here earth. I say that because things said between humans are supposed to have meaning. And it was but a fortnight when you said you felt this tricky love thing. I fell in this basin of feelings like I had never done before. All my life, in fact, I've watched others fall. Oh yes, I have played on the sidelines aplenty. I have even dreamed about reaching la-la land. And so, when it appeared that our hearts had aligned along the same mysterious page, I felt a new awakening. These new, tingling sensations made me reexamine a life lived and it brought me a peace I did not know existed. Your announced departure will surely shatter me. I don't know what this is all about. Please tell me how to amend myself in your eyes. Please guide me in revisiting time and reawakening your smile, for all time. | Edit for @whostagram challenge | OP by @pjaib #whostagram_edit002 | 3h

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo You needn't return to me my roses. It's fair enough to know you will house and water them. You need not think past today, for your words speak your view, reality and truth. Opinions abound, and mine is as good and potent as that bystander's umbrella with the coming rains. I should not ask you, but I can't help it: do you see the sunshine beyond? It is not a ridiculous or silly thing. That you should ask points to our divide. Where, I must ask myself, did you lose your innocence, your playfulness, your free spirit. Did I take them from you?
I only became more intense, not given to accepting settling calms. I react and raise myself to our touch and gaze. You affect me profoundly, and I attest to your every move or inclination. The flower dies, but the flower in me lives, like my love, forever while I breathe. I ask the sun and the wind to nurture me as I am but to delude me away in quiet, so that neither of our souls would feel the less. I am a dreamer still, and feel that I will still have time to wake up and hear you whisper niceties to my soul. | This is my edit entry for #applifam02mar
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salopalo El viento me ha puesto a pensar en tu regreso. Noto que los árboles te anuncian sin querer. Todo lo demás me insiste que ya estas. Y yo, sigo por aquí, en el camino de mi eternidad. Parece apenas un ayer la última vez que te apercibí sonreír. Será que te llevo siempre en mi. Mi amigo fiel parece sospechar. Que será de mi, el día que recorra solo por aquí. | This is my edit of a cool photo by my Collabstream sis, @hormigasan | Human concocted from pngimg.com and photocrash | Dog is from Pixabay | 2d

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salopalo I release everyone of these into the wind, directly from my soul. Each represents a part, a time, a phase, a turn, a belief...from me. They needn't make sense to you. They may even appear whimsical. They are droplets, they are stains... They are laughs and murmurs all the same. I summon them while in movement through the well of the sea. | Edit for #rsa_graphics_ffa #rsa_graphics | OP by member of @rsa_graphics team | 4d

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salopalo I had been walking for minutes, hours, perhaps much longer. In certain chosen moments of life, time becomes irrelevant. I reached this spot by the side of the road in the outskirts of Segovia. I did not quite realize where I was just then. It did not matter. I was still walking but in a state of stupefied levitation. I remember thinking I don't feel the ground as I walk. Could it be that I, too, have parted. I felt trapped on earth. I had dressed in dark, mourning clothes, unprepared for inclement weather. The rain came and made me feel at peace. The light snow did not affect me. I then came across the water fountain. What strangeness, I thought. Until I realized that it was you. I stayed, staring at the water, perhaps hoping for yet another sign. I had a fleeting conversation with the water, with the remaining part of you. I know it is silly, perhaps even delusional or childish, but I have not looked at water in the same way since. | Edit for @rsa_graphics #rsa_graphics #rsa_graphics_ffa| OP by @__naji | Umbrella, shoes and bird from pngimg.com | Man's torso and water fountain from @Photocrashapps | 5d

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salopalo You are not looking at my elegance. You are witness to a conversation. I may be exhausted from a happenstance, but ready to take on all earthly truths. There is never a late discovery. I am part of a living, breathing, larger story. I know I am material, but I need not insist on my significance now. I am free and at peace with my existence. I do well by those whose fortnight needs attending. I do well in more space than I allow myself to think. I try and not think too much about myself, about my loving importance. I have found in you a partner for the ages. The spirit that has risen by us is not really fit for human description. And yet, I try, I try, again and again...to describe you, to reconcile you to my senses. I am the more beautiful for your connection. You and I share a space, a lofty existence, in the evolving cosmos. I know you. I know you. And yet, we've really never met. That is a beauty and a mystery that I live and dream. You and I are one. I do not utter so with the impression of being understood. The most gifted, the most precious, the well intended are often enigmas. I don't know where I fit in. I do not care for labels. Labels will never know me. I want to know a little for my time. I just want to know a little about you. | Another composite concoction | Manipulated figure and hat are from pngimg.com | Cement manipulated structure is from a shot taken in Fort Moultrie by @casualtyofcool #beachforall 5d

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salopalo What is the deal with our mobile devices. It seems there was a life before and after. We just don't seem to find a way to put them down. What is it. Stop remarking about my omission of question marks and answer. There is a good chance you are in fact reading this on a mobile. Why. Convenience. Perhaps. On a more global level, though, what does it say about us as an evolving species. I don't know myself; I just threw that in to make this post seem much more philosophical and meaningful than it is. Ok, enough about our inability to put it down. You have to appreciate this guy's juggling skills. Now, beyond that, the next question is: What was he saying that just could not wait. The recent Ebola virus scare, certainly. No, no, perhaps the latest nefarious actions by ISIS. His date Friday night. Better yet, his wardrobe for Friday. Or, maybe, Kanye's latest babble. It could just be an innocent, "we need more supplies, boss. I am carrying the whole inventory as we speak." We just don't know. One thing: he could not pull off this nifty trick back in the day, when the first, brick-size cell phones ruled our increasingly electric planet. And, remember what preceded the cell phone as a regular mobile communication tool: the beeper. Geez, that seems ancient, doesn't it. I think Doctors still use that, though. Kanye's fans don't even know what I am talking about. At any rate, it wasn't always this way. We used to have more time. More time to walk freely, smell the air, feel the breeze, notice the regular shenanigans in the street. We used to think more. We did not respond right away. That is totally inconceivable now. We depress "send" and our often unwise rumination becomes fixed in some electronic stone, to be discovered under an embarrassing context, perhaps. As I mentioned, and let's go back: we used to put it down, as it were. I don't know if many of you have read some of the best written exchanges of all time: the letters of the second U.S. President John Adams and his wife, Abigail. Please do. Drafts of their letters were definitely put aside before posting. Then again, President Adams did not have a PS4 game or iTunes library to tend to... 6d
  •   salopalo Thank you very much! @jokocak 4d
  •   salopalo Thank you very much! @surreal42 4d
  •   salopalo Thank you very much! @cindy.holmes 4d
  •   salopalo Must have been an important grocery list.... @maritahodges lol 4d
  •   helen_vines Brilliant. I'm forever having to remind myself that there was a life before mobile devices and 24/7 connectivity ... and we all seemed to cope just fine without it ... my kids just look at me like I'm from Mars when I talk about it 4d
  •   salopalo Thanks, Helen! @helen_vines 4d
  •   anansi4 What an interesting text... I have think about it a bit.... 2d
  •   ali.jennison I agree - quite the balancing act 1d

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salopalo It is here, near the water, that souls dwell. We all return, you see, to make peace with ourselves. We come back, almost seemingly by happenstance, to learn about our nature. We often come in jovial spirits driven by frolic, but we digress and draw plenty more from the well of the sea. It is a battle, it is a roar, it is a journey unperceived. It is a rising that ensues. The sand lulls our senses. The water recaptures us, for all time. We belong to it, and there we find the only permanent, mysterious peace. We needn't acknowledge it; indeed we often sigh and embrace the epic winds, as if they were stark separate from our evolution. We go to sleep in the midst. We are the children of the water. We remain under its spell, for all time. | Edit for #applifam25feb | Original photo by @kawol1 for @applifam | Walking figure from Pixabay | Boy from Photocrash | 7d

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salopalo Why live in parallels. I am looking for something. You are perhaps out there, even astray. Maybe it is I who strays. Perhaps, who knows, I may be in total delusion. I look and look and don't know what else to do. For what I know and lack, you are perhaps no less prone to bouts of indecision. We live in and by lines, you and I. We are ruled by silly, rigid notions. We stand suspended. It is a mental barrier we face, in the wind and in ourselves. But we are who we are. Maybe you are indeed more romantic, as you made the wind your only guide. I am, on second thought, a dreamer of sorts, but closer aground. You are beautiful, in every way. Chuchu Diaries... 1w

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salopalo 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. You can see and edit the original shot at my Unsplash link 1w

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salopalo The things I've left behind. The things I meant to do. They come at me, they accuse me, from all the corners of my mind. I become insipid, I fall prey to lethargy. I look back at the seemingly unimportant details of a story, mine and another's, and feel I have come to realize its wisdom and brilliance a bit too late. I stand...often as a mannequin without cause. I think I am a better being, and yet often feel the urge to yell, to bring back time, places, many conversations from my past. It's a state, I know; happily not a condition that afflicts. I have these conversations here and there, perhaps hoping a lucidity, a different dimension of living would be shown to me. Never mind; have a lovely day as you pass me by. | My manipulated background photo | Most of the contemplative dude and his hat are from pngimg.com | Jacket wardrobe courtesy of the fine tailors at @photocrashapps | This is a bnw version of one of my favorite composite creations | 1w

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salopalo Do I make sense to you. I'm sure in a way I do. I mean, what's the big mystery; I am just a geometric figure. We are easier to define than most things, certainly the ones that breathe, anyway. Why be silly, why mock. The spheres are just here to illustrate a point. Your gobbling is perhaps a sign that you are uncomfortable with the few truths I may bring you. There is right, wrong and perception. You come to me seeking a reflection of yourself. Instead, I offer you fulcrums, quadrants and parameters. Just think. I won't bite. I'm just a sculpture. | Edit for @surreal42 Week 85 #surreal42 #surrealedit42_085 | Original photo by @another_eye_ chosen by @pobz_iv | Hats from pngimg.com | Manipulated figure and other elements from Photocrash | 2w

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salopalo I was right there, pondering stupid thoughts -- about Vegans I think -- and then it happened. How can I even bring myself to forget; it was precisely Super Bowl Sunday. All this talk about deflated footballs and Mr. Brady's tenuous legacy then seemed rather silly to me, because as I reacted to the quickly rising water I knew I was entering some sort of pernicious, unexpected nightmare. I held my breath, shook my head a few times, but my eyes kept capturing the awful, imposing sight. This mechanical contraption was calmly at work, depositing a humongous earth at the end of the horizon. I was scared and stunned, and my body seemed cold on the inside. I still don't know how to properly describe this decaying coldness, except to say I had the sensation that the soul within me had shut down. This dark spectacle made me feel offended for our humanity. How did they dare dump this defective earth on us. I began feeling raindrops again, although they were totally invisible. The sight of the water confirmed my escalating fears, as it looked almost inappropriately whimsical, like a rising ocean with the consistency of gelatin. I stayed there, a tiny, numb witness to this tepid thing. As my body gave way to exhaustion and my eyes to the weight of slumber, I think I heard my voice asking that silly thing: Are there practicing criminals who are devoutly vegetarian? | Edit for @youniqueditz #youniqueditz #youniqueditz_09 | Original photo by @elkunia | Man and umbrella from pngimg.com | Photocrash WowFx HD dumped the earth | 2w

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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo I do not insist on the wrong
Because myriad virtues adorn you
It is but a small litmus
Of an undying bond

I was, as you perhaps
Born to share this space
It may seem an uncommon gift
This staying power in forgiveness
As a song, I find you a star ablaze
I conjure my energy
At times, fearing it will spill
Tempted, but tempered by a serenity

It is thus I know that bird
Free, calm and ascendant
Does not visit this garden in coincidence
It is a symbol of our eternal peace | Edit for #applifam19feb | Original photo by @klimtt for @applifam | Bird from pngimg.com |
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salopalo I know it is silly of me
But I keep walking
Past the old bench
Hoping you'll reappear

It's funny, the cold
Many complain of
But to me it is that
Which helps me breathe you

I don't ever tire
Walking is an exercise
A band-aid for lament
That allows me to just be

I like people
But cherish this little road
Perhaps as a glimpse
Of my eventual journey
My reunion with you... | This is my edit of a cool shot by my talented friend, @prahaboy #prahaboy_ffa Check out his feed for more great images! | Walking figure is from Pixabay |
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Normal Humberto Salo D.
salopalo Last night, I started spacing out, sinking once again into this repetitive dream. I first noticed Pablo had taken a picture of Jean Woodham holding her scholars' sphere sculpture in her hands. Almost instinctively, I thought about academia and the pervasive flirtation with scholars and athletes, a dance the latter seem to always win. Then I stopped and said, this just cannot be. Jean must be holding so many tons of steel in just her fingertips. As I pondered the enormous physical incongruence, I began to think of her native Alabama and all the recent history one conjures up. No sculptures come to mind. Then again, it is well to observe that our exposure is often limited and our knowledge is always drive-by, infinitesimally thin. I then thought about Connecticut, and all the recent snow there, asking myself whether Woodham enjoyed snow. My nocturnal sojourn then shifted to The Bronx, naturally because it is where the sphere, or perhaps just Pablo, now sits. As I lingered there, thinking and thinking, I began my obsession with the number 1978. It haunts me as I speak. I forgot to tell you, I was also speaking all of this in my dream. | Edit for @surreal42 Week 84 #surreal42 #surrealedit42_084 | Original photo by @pobz_iv by @hipnoticjazz | 2w

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salopalo Edit for @instafraner's #themagicalwindow De aquí te doy dos dedos, para que sepas mi paz
Estoy y a lo mejor me veré como pájaro encerrado
Pero nunca podrías imaginarte lo mucho que vuela mi alma
Es con la mente ágil, que corro, que nazco otra vez

Cuéntame de tus misterios, de tus desdichas
A lo mejor no todo lo sientes, lo sientes así
Te saludo con una señal ya gafa, y sin que sepas
Que aquí no hay nada de viejo, de roto
Porque el alma...mi alma... es así
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salopalo To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.... From "Love in the Time of Cholera," by Gabriel García Márquez This is a collaborative post with @izenjenny 2w

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salopalo Perhaps it is still early to understand the answers... ️ This fantastic photo was shot by:
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