salopalo Wolf | Lobo I am the lonely man. I am the dreamer. I am this, that, whatever you choose me to be. And yet, I stand, affected only...only by the things that are of me. I am searching, along a traditional but mysterious road. It needn't concern you beyond the distance and a certain appreciation. I need not fit well with the smoothness of your world. One's at best when learning one's own road. I do not care to see beyond, nor would I presuppose to stumble on another's. Soy el hombre solitario. Soy el soñador. Soy esto, eso, en realidad lo que tu elijas que yo sea. A pesar, me quedo de pie, afectado solo por las cosas que son de mi. Busco dentro de un camino tradicional y a la vez misterioso. No te debe preocupar mas allá de la distancia y cierto nivel de apreciación. No es que sea obligatorio que yo quede bien dentro de tu fluidez. Uno esta en el mejor momento cuando busca su propio camino. No me importa ver el mas allá ni presupondría tropezarme con lo del prójimo. | This is my edit of another great shot by @open_road_images
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salopalo I walk to the edges, to find remnants of our story. I walk alone, thinking that you will intercept me in my communion. I envision my body tripping as I float near the water. I then fall at your feet and with the smile that adorns my sleep you lift me. I am following you to this end, an uncertain and puzzling thing to me as you are always a beginning. I gasp every time sounds intrude into my sleep and awaken me with my consciousness a sweet victim of your touch. I am here and on the dark and light. You help preserve my dual existence. You bring comfort to my preoccupations and the attention to my excesses. Do you walk with me, and how long will it be before you make our final journey.
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I am truly sorry. I did not get to tell you that you were everything in life. I celebrate your memory and all the things that remind me of you. I speak with you every walking instant. I make my peace with you, and hope for your forgiveness, here by the sea. I feel you are closest here, and that my words travel better. The water is my friend. I pray with you every day, and hope that you do not reproach me for having departed ahead of me. Our souls were always meant to be as one. I did not choose to be apart. I promised to be with you for eternity, but my lament and confusion prevents me from stepping into the unknown. I am captive among things beautiful, the things I learned to cherish by your side. It is not cowardice that prevents me. It is the fear of not being near you, not even being able to think of you, for all time. May God strike me if it were otherwise. I talk to you, now and tomorrow. I hope we meet again. (Version in Spanish in future post)
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salopalo The kiss| El beso
I am returned but not in the way I left. I am anxious for calm but fall prey to excitement. I want to love and be loved. I am tired, worn, exhausted and deprived by the big picture. I want you. I need you to show me the small, stellar glories. I want to reacquaint with the ground. I want to go back to the basics. I want you. I need to feel as a child, with hopes and fears. I want you to protect me with your normalcy. He vuelto pero persona distinta a la que se fue. Espero la calma con ansiedad pero caigo víctima a la emoción. Quiero amar y ser amado. Estoy cansado, rendido, agotado y desaventajado de la historia mayor. Te deseo a ti. Necesito que me muestres las glorias pequeñas y estelares. Quiero conoce de nuevo el suelo. Quiero ir a lo mas básico. Te deseo a ti. Preciso sentir el miedo y la ilusión como una criatura. Quiero que me protejas con tu normalidad. My edit of a cool shot by my very gifted Collabstream sis, @gabrielaherreraa
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salopalo Looking for rainbows| Buscando arcos iris I will think of you in the distance. I will cherish the times that seemed like epochs without your embrace. I will imagine that the world could still change in the course of a courtship. I envision the words that I would use to gain you in trust again. I will hold you deep within and commune with you in spirit. I will speak to you with the wonderment of your eyes before me. I will seek the comfort of moonlight to enter a garden for two. For now, I look at rainbows and smile. I smile with you. Te pensaré a través de la distancia. Valorizaré los tiempos que me parecieron épocas sin tus abrazos. Me imaginaré que el mundo puede cambiar en el transcurso de un noviazgo. Pienso en las palabras que pudieran ganarme tu confianza una vez más. Te quedarás en lo mas profundo de mi y yo me reuniré con tu espíritu. Te hablaré maravillado con tus ojos ante mi. Buscaré la luz de la luna para ingresar a un jardín para dos. Por ahora, me fijo en los arcos iris y me sonrío. Sonrío contigo. This is my edit of another cool shot by @aneelawaqas 2d

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salopalo Brown| Marrón
By the water, all is calm. The notes of our love register more precisely. I think I know, but I realize that I just grow ever more, thinking of you. I see the vanishing point in the sea, and it tells me that life is mysterious. And magical. I see the clouds and they show themselves as curtains for the grandest of shows. It may all be in my mind, but this brown beauty just cannot be. I splash, I move, I sit by the plank, in defiance of a laugh, which never comes because all is well with me, by the beautiful, brown sea. Cerca del agua todo es tranquilo. Las notas de nuestro amor se registran con mas precisión. Pienso que se, pero me doy cuenta que crezco infinitamente, pensando en ti. Veo hacia punto de convergencia en el mar y me dice que la vida es misteriosa. Y mágica. Me fijo en las nubes y se ven como cortinas para los mas grandes espectáculos. A lo mejor sea solo mi imaginación, pero es que ¡como puede existir esta belleza de marrón! Salpico, me muevo, me siento en el tablón, desafiando la risa, que nunca llega porque todo anda bien conmigo, cerca del bello mar de marrón. This is my edit of a great shot by @ellamitty
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salopalo Unsaid hello | Saludo ausente I found perhaps the last remembrance of you
In the most unlikely place
By the sea
In each tide, a flash of you
The wind whispering your eyes

I know not if you ever noticed me
Beyond the books, the school gear
I was even more simple then
New to this world, and your elevated beauty
Seemingly content with little things

I imagine you to be regular now
Perhaps someone, a bystander in the street
The focal point here is ever-changing
Perhaps the years may have been kind to you
You may even question why my hello went unsaid Encontré tal vez mi ultima memoria de ti
En el lugar menos esperado
Por el mar
En cada ola, una visión de ti
Con el viento susurrando tus ojos
No se si alguna vez me notaste
Mas allá de mis libros y equipaje escolar
Era aun mas sencillo
Nuevo al país y tu elevada belleza
Al parecer contento con pequeñas cosas

Te imagino ahora de manera común
Alguien, a lo mejor un peatón en la calle
El centro de atención aquí cambia seguido
A lo mejor los años te han tratado bien
Hasta preguntarías porque nunca un saludo de mi This is my edit of another great shot by my Collabstream sis, @anyasart
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salopalo Tu voz| Your voice Dejo la puerta abierta
a ver si vuelves a mi jardín
quedo con la esperanza
de tenerte otra vez

Me persigno al aire libre
que suele ser fiel compañero
Además siempre testigo
de nuestra canción eterna

Deletreo sutilmente tu nombre
a ver si vuelvo a soñar
Quedo en paz florida
con la idea de tu sonrisa

Sueño despierto contigo
para disminuir el vacío
Quedo fundido en el alma
esperando subir y reír con tu voz. I leave the door ajar
to see if you come back to my garden
I stay with the hope
of having you come back to me

I genuflect in the air
as it is my loyal friend
and also a witness
to our everlasting song

I spell out your name softly
to see if I return to my dreams
I remain in a flowery peace
thinking of your smile

I dream with you while awake
to lessen the void
I find myself molten in my soul
waiting to rise and laugh with your voice. This is my edit of another great shot by @ettacol
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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. 4d

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salopalo Three| Tres

Sometimes I think the world is made up of people who do, others who look and the rest that think. I know it is easy enough to say. I am not sure; I am confused as to which group I belong. I would like to fathom that I am full of action. But I contradict myself by asking. It would be great to possess wisdom so as to say I am a thinker, I always think. The truth is always different. We know, understand that we like to see, with our eyes, our heart and our soul. I know that in many instances I have lacked the wisdom to act, instantly, and to economically call what is and what is not. I realize I lack the wisdom to draw proper and lasting conclusions. This just leaves me thinking once more. Looking, at times, leaves us this way, in a daze and without concern for our responsibilities, our needs, our very lives. Could it be that there is just much beauty to see in the world. Perhaps so. A veces veo el mundo compuesto por personas que hacen, otros que miran y los demás que reflexionan. Me doy cuenta que es fácil decir. No sé, yo mismo me confundo al pensar en que grupo estaré. Quisiera pensar que soy el de más acción. Pero me contradigo al exponer. Sería ideal poseer el don de sabiduría y decir que pienso, siempre pienso. La verdad es siempre distinta. Sabemos, entendemos que nos gusta ver, con los ojos, el corazón y el alma. Sé que en bastantes ocasiones he carecido de la sabiduría suficiente para poder actuar, al instante, y decir con economía lo que es y no es. Reconozco que carezco de la habilidad de sacar conclusiones acertadas y duraderas. Esto me deja pensando una vez mas. Viendo a veces nos deja así, lelos y sin prisa por nuestros compromisos, por nuestras necesidades, por nuestra propia vida. Será que en el mundo hay mucho lindo para ver. De pronto que si. This is my edit/manipulation of another great shot by my Collabstream sis, @anyasart Figure on right is of and by @ifuroh #if_freeforall
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salopalo Esta allí, acurrucado dentro de la hermosa vista. Esta todito te aseguro. Mi corazón esta, en la gloria debajo del sol, en el resplandor, en la sombra, en la expresión que anhela darme sentido al ver. Esta ahí, mientras miro, mientras presto atención al ayer, mientras una bella gota me hace pensar en momentos, en personas, en intercambios de mi pasado. Es un instante, un pedazo de adoración mientras busco el sueño. Eres tu, eres la que veo, por ahora, por siempre. Esta todo allí. Te veo. Veo los malos pasos, lo desastroso dentro de nuestras palabras y pasos inseguros. También veo tu sonrisa, porque la fuerza, el poder de nuestra conexión sobrevive la lluvia, la neblina, la niebla, sobrevive momentos de ira y circunstancia. Nos obliga a enfrentarnos en si mismo y ver nuestro propio reflejo. Ahí lo veo todo, aunque tu a lo mejor solo veas una simple tarjeta postal, una buena captura del día.
Es mucho mas, pero lo apreciaras si te das el don de la franqueza.

It is there, all there, nestled along the beautiful vista. It is all there, I assure you. My heart's there, in the glory beneath the sun, in the glare, in the shade, the shadow, in the expression longing to give me meaning as I see. It is there, as I look, as I harken back, as the beautiful splash makes me think of moments, people, the exchanges from my past. It is a second in time, a tiny spec of adoration as I seek my sleep. It is you, it is you I see, for now, for always. It is all there. I see you. And I also see the missteps, the calamities in our words, in our hesitant steps. I see your smile, for the force, the strength of our connection outlives the rain, the mist, the fog, outlives moments of rage and circumstance. It makes us confront ourselves and see our true reflection. I see it all there, even if you, friend, just see a simple postcard, a happy capture for today. This is more, but you will see it if you give yourself the benefit of openness.
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salopalo Little Flakes of Snow| Pequeños Copos de Nieve I woke up one day recently, all ready for a great round of golf, only to be transposed to my beautiful Kiev. It was wrapped up in a veil of uncertainty. I had to think twice, I shook my head a couple of times, just to get rid of any forgotten stupor from the night before. It was not to be. I had not remained injected in my usual unusual dreams. I lamented to myself, the walls, the inconsistent voices in my head.
Are we in lunacy...this is not for me, nor for anyone. We live electronically. This is just stuff that happens in old oxidized paper history books. I and many others breathe from the well of living free. It is not a position or a policy. It's as natural as the fuzz on my skin. I am ready to play a sim and start adjusting things right from there. I have won awards and many other silly things. It is all possible, because this is just simply another world. People, anyway, are head strong about some little things. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I've just played too many games of make-believe. I hope not. I always stop for a good story. Or ending. ( versión en español en los comentarios ) | Edit for #applifam15sep | Original photo by @jvdt for @applifam | | Figure is of and by @ifuroh #if_freeforall |
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salopalo Pequeño Abe | Lil Abe Chiquitín. No lo hubiera pensado hace poco. En tu sonrisa veo magia, apercibo majestad natural, lo mas tierno y básico de ser humano, hasta cosas sin nombre, los bellos y benditos rostros de tus mayores femeninas. Pienso que esas voces te regalaran mucho y así aumentaran momentos sutiles que tendrás. Pienso cada vez que el crecer es agua, viento, aire. Tu sonrisa, ahora me doy cuenta, es también de miel. A la vez frágil y confiable, la busco hasta en mis sueños de ese mañana lejano. Lil one. I would not have thought it even recently. In your smile I see magic, natural majesty, the most tender and basic components of being human, even things without name, the beautiful and sacred faces of your feminine elders. Those voices will give you plenty and will add to the finer moments that you will have. Each time, I think growing is water, wind, air. Your smile, now that I think of it, is also made of honey. Fragile and reliable, I look for it even in my dreams of that faraway tomorrow. Embedded woman figure is from HB app 6d

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salopalo El faro | The lighthouse
No solo es una casa. Es donde convenimos y partimos con los demás. Soy dichoso heredero de esta inmensidad, con vida por tu sublime gracia. He viajado bastante. Han habido muchas vistas y paradas preciosas por donde mi corazón ha pasado, ha cedido y ha perdido. Pero es aquí donde se siente mas tranquilo. Este remanso esta situado en un lugar donde puedo respirar mas natural y serenamente. He caminado y caminado tanto sin rumbo ni dimensión. Mi espíritu siempre anhelaba regresar y asentarse en este lugar. Es un pedazo, una estructura y una forma de ser. Solo te puedo contar dejándote sentir el latido y cadencia de my corazón. It is not just a dwelling. It is where our minds met and parted with the rest. I richly inherit this vastness, to be brought to life in your grace. I have travelled plenty. There have been many beautiful sights and stops where my heart sojourned, succumbed and got lost. But it is here where it is most at ease. This haven is situated in a plot where my breathing is most natural and serene. I have walked and walked without direction or dimension. My spirit was always longing to come back and settle by this place. It is a piece, a structure and a way. I can only describe it by letting you feel my heart's cadence. This is my edit of a cool shot by my Collabstream sis, @anyasart
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salopalo El árbol | The tree Esta tarde te vi. En mi sueños eres diferente, mas rígida, con un corazón medio mezquino. No se porque me sales así. La realidad es otra, siempre distinta. Hablamos hoy junto a ese árbol, el que seguramente ha sido testigo de muchas charlas, historias, desengaños, guerras y quien sabe que. Me sonreías, me dirigías tu atención. Me hiciste muy feliz. En tus ojos vi la alegría y la decepción de la vida. Me vi a mi. Te di mi mano. Me hablaste de cosas de perfil, de tonterías, del agua y del aire. Me sonreí. En mi piel te fijaste. Aun sigues con tus cosas, los adornos que llevas en el alma. Por eso, y por muchas cosas mas, siempre te pienso. Siempre vengo a verte, junto a este lindo árbol que le he llamado Tu. I saw you today. In my dreams you are much different, more rigid, with a rather mean heart. I know not why you come off that way. Reality is something else, always different. We spoke today near that tree, surely a witness to many conversations, stories, disappointments, wars and who knows what else. You smiled and paid attention to me. You made me very happy. In your eyes I could see the happiness and sorrows of life. I saw myself. I held out my hand to you. You spoke about your profile, of silly things, about the water and air. I smiled. You took notice of my skin. You still hang on to those, the accessories you carry in your soul. On that account, and for many reasons more, I always think of you. I come to see you, next to this tree I have come to name You. This is my edit of a great shot by my very gifted Collabstream sis, @anyasart 1w

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salopalo It's The Water, Friend By the water, all is calm. The notes of our love register more precisely. I think I know, but I realize that I just grow ever more, thinking of you. I see the vanishing point in the sea, and it tells me that life is mysterious. And magical. I see the clouds and they show themselves as curtains for the grandest of shows. It may all be in my mind, but this brown beauty just cannot be. I splash, I move, I sit by the plank, in defiance of a laugh, which never comes because all is well with me, by the beautiful, brown sea. This is my edit for @ig_underground's challenge: #igug_023

Original photo by @c_hola for @ig_underground
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salopalo The House I am in a continued state of elevation. I keep thinking and not thinking of you. I keel feeling and not feeling for you. The house I built in my dreams is still there in the distance, with a traditional entrance to my fearful eternity. I find myself calm in the nearby shadows. They allow one to bask in the greater magnificence, beyond one's petty existence. Still I rehearse the words I have always said, I have always said to you. You may never know. Perhaps you have the words of another to quell a need for a lifetime. I keep looking at you and not looking at you. The beauty of this spiritual house is overwhelming. Will it that one day it'll have no meaning, or that you would supply its meaning glory. This is my bnw edit of a great shot by my very gifted Collabstream sis, @aneelawaqas Alex with the crutch guitar is of and by @ifuroh #if_freeforall 1w

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salopalo Reflections of an afternoon like this Reading the paper, on a day much like this, I found out that you had married. I felt my heart sink to my knees and my consciousness become a floating compendium of cold, intoxicating, accusatory air. I live that still, even at this age, although perhaps on a more manageable level. I still think and reminisce about the craziness of your love, a state and a process I have never felt before or since. I think about the torrent of feeling and emotion you brought out in me. I think about the explosive, delicious mix of love, sensuality and destruction you and I responded to. It was our vicious nature we discovered in the midst, but a dynamic like ours happens and quits just as abruptly, I suppose. I have followed your life's moments from afar, and have never quite been able to let go of the recurring idea of you. When I am at my best, I like to delude myself thinking that you ponder equally about the cycle of ecstasy that we led ourselves guide us for a time, the time I live and live and which propels me into thinking I am alive. I take out the paper and have my moments in this life, and my body and mind fly away to a different time and place. That place and time is you. This is my color edit of a great shot from my very gifted Collabstream sis, @aneelawaqas

Alex with the guitar is of and by @ifuroh #if_freeforall
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salopalo Game of Wolves I am here in a world of my construction. The missing parts make me somnambulate. I am constantly walking, searching. I smile with ease, but underneath betray a race, a tumult that is growing. I look up, gazing at the sky, hoping for answers, gasping for direction. I notice all the people walking, all the stories unfolding. Is it me. Am I one of them. Am I destitute in spirit. Do I need to amend myself. Do I need to correct my living. Am I a soul astray. I breathe and sigh, laugh at my lunacy. I am in a certain happiness, since I allow the time to delude myself. I will perhaps never know any better. For now, I look with urgency at the blue up above. I may yet catch the meaning and the music out there, in the beyond. I remain searching for that place, that point in detached existence where there is no conception of time. This is my first active collab for an @applifam edit: #applifam11sep Original photo: by @jvdt of the Akkerman (now Bilhorod-Dnistrovskyi) Fortress

Edit: by @agus_et_al and @salopalo Elements used are from paid apps, including @photocrashapps (ladder, flag); google copyright-free images (speaker, musical notes); free images from pngimg.com (wolves, doves)
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salopalo Geting Lost With You For those of you clamoring for a color version of this edit (as in, once again, no one)... Let's go and get lost with ourselves. Let us recede to a finer state, where our bliss is still speaking, holding hands and enjoying a moment watching the horizon. Move to and with me since I am not a heavy force but readily react to you and your various rhythms. Dance with me as we did with our eyes the first time we noticed each other. Let's get lost. Run to and with me as I belong in the rush, in the vivid journeys of your heart. Let's get lost, but not like the gifted Baker man, who left the search prematurely. Hold me and let's get lost with ourselves on this earth. Let us shed the silly accouterments as our contentment lies in the start and end of an infectious smile. Let's get lost thinking that we will find something of each other for all time. Edit for @fx_hdr's FX freestyle challenge

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Original photo by @hormigasan Embedded figure is of and by @ifuroh #if_freeforall No drama, just fun!
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