tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55014940520684808782011-04-21T23:14:21.954+01:0031 words, 1 photograph, 1 person ~~ 1 a day, 365 days:marla:noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-69070060201525022812008-05-04T22:26:00.001+01:002008-05-04T22:26:56.114+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-6907006020152502281?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-83557608198556840062008-05-03T09:33:00.001+01:002008-05-04T22:25:58.427+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-8355760819855684006?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-22726586340496345282008-05-02T22:21:00.001+01:002008-05-04T22:23:25.490+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-2272658634049634528?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-44150658610210689762008-05-01T17:16:00.000+01:002008-05-04T22:06:56.398+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-4415065861021068976?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-14061252841025593812008-04-30T10:43:00.001+01:002008-05-04T22:06:07.984+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-1406125284102559381?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-50956800728879654612008-04-29T20:02:00.000+01:002008-05-04T22:03:48.552+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-5095680072887965461?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-31699488508089229642008-04-28T21:59:00.002+01:002008-05-04T22:02:21.827+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-3169948850808922964?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-60541942959670890802008-04-27T10:59:00.001+01:002008-05-04T22:25:38.918+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-6054194295967089080?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-78706319160953337782008-04-26T16:01:00.000+01:002008-05-04T21:58:47.928+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-7870631916095333778?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-80098441992189510592008-04-25T19:39:00.000+01:002008-05-04T21:57:22.799+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-8009844199218951059?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-22876824176797927802008-04-24T11:11:00.001+01:002008-05-04T21:56:43.584+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-2287682417679792780?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-60284496916651779682008-04-23T21:55:00.000+01:002008-05-04T21:55:56.935+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-6028449691665177968?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-41340940302762812602008-04-22T13:12:00.002+01:002008-04-22T13:16:56.230+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-4134094030276281260?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-36503736341310416282008-04-21T19:12:00.001+01:002008-04-22T13:16:23.839+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-3650373634131041628?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-63922236873665209042008-04-20T23:14:00.003+01:002008-05-04T22:29:12.697+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2429267308_55caa62ff8_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2429267308_55caa62ff8_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">It's pass midnight, when he jumped and checked the time on the church clock at the distance. Holding his breath – either for something to finish or to start. Sea and tree.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-6392223687366520904?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-84594996301001486602008-04-19T14:16:00.001+01:002008-04-20T21:40:42.706+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/2428376883_d12fc3cfe9_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/2428376883_d12fc3cfe9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Crazy nights at the Hershel’s, both of us dreading someone that we used to love, smoking menthols, talking, dancing, laughing and crying. Dinners at her small flat, fish soup and vodka.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-8459499630100148660?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-90929432428416470222008-04-18T19:41:00.004+01:002008-04-29T16:46:06.829+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2428276727_c513a47a99_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2428276727_c513a47a99_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The most passionate engagement with life, even when he shouts: <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">it’s crap but I won’t give up!</span> Double emphasis. Totally pissed on two glasses of wine and wallet permanently forgotten somewhere.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-9092943242841647022?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-90057356409583642162008-04-17T17:55:00.001+01:002008-04-18T01:38:51.403+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2422252094_5dd9145c03_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2422252094_5dd9145c03_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">A boyish smile beams across the compartment, both of us sliding through Patagonia. He draws, I photograph, none of us speak. He’s been absent from my dreams for a long time.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-9005735640958364216?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-40756337179656492912008-04-16T21:40:00.005+01:002008-04-16T23:37:55.949+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2419048741_7a9112cd28_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2419048741_7a9112cd28_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><br />The writer in the mirror, more Jack than Tyler, with the balls to turn his life around with no regret. An unforgettable laughter. A kiss and <span style="font-style: italic;">Stardust</span> on a wintry evening.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-4075633717965649291?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-41950394098592517782008-04-15T15:54:00.007+01:002008-04-16T21:39:58.404+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/2415713953_4749f00247_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/2415713953_4749f00247_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Obidos. Marlboro reds. My betrayal. My lies. 9-hour phone calls and a number I can’t make myself dial. I wish he’d know: who I am now, I owe it to him.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-4195039409859251778?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501494052068480878.post-83446462739782980982008-04-14T23:49:00.015+01:002008-04-18T14:11:25.444+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2073/2415040314_6a906d6917_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2073/2415040314_6a906d6917_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Hero and villain in the only fairytale I believed in. Dreamer, brave, unique, strong, severed, lonely, weak. He’s almost as damaged as me. Could’ve been anyone he wished to. Still can.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5501494052068480878-8344646273978298098?l=maroonedpeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.com