dinge die ich mag: red cherries

20.07.09

red cherries

cherries again, this time in colour ;)
tableware: schumann arzberg bavaria*, white plate with a platinum lining, a thrift-shop find, as usual.

* arzberg has quite a nice website, btw, i like especially how they tell the history of their brand.

6 Kommentare:

Unknown21. Juli 2009 um 06:17
the cherries are lovely...hope they were sweet.?! (and the black and white photos of the cherries with your child are stunning!!!)
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Côté Arcades23. Juli 2009 um 21:19
Comme elles sont belles ces cerises !!! Hmmm !!!
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franzi24. Juli 2009 um 13:59
lecker!
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hannah, heart city26. Juli 2009 um 20:48
ohh i love sweet ripe cherries!
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Magnolia Handspun27. Juli 2009 um 14:51
-The cherries look delish and very nice contrast with the white plate.
Very nice thrift store find!
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24 rue L30. Juli 2009 um 19:08
I love this blog! No single picture is missed, everything is nice, i shall come back!
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Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow

Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is

(Leonard Cohen/ Garcia Lorka)

20.07.09

red cherries

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