Photographer  Marc Gruninger 

وياااااه الحياه هتحلي وانا معاه هو ده اللي انا بتمناه واللي عيني شيفاه احساس





Look inside yourself.... for you...

My soul is delicate and sensitive like a flower in the wind. Voices of love dancing on the winds breath. I can feel your lips dancing with mine among each written stanza.
Flower vines curl from my fingers .Between us - sea of love  .. of beauty, too frail, too delicate..
Clear sky has large blue eyes.My soul  with golden light and rainbow hue dancing . Red lips delicate to the touch  turns your face to the sun.
You are my wind. You whip my face. The heart blossoms with full splendor like a sensitive plant that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind. ...

We with our love …two angels in the wonderful light of life..





Photographer  Miss Aniela


Miss Aniela was born in Leeds, 1986, and studied BA English & Media at University of Sussex.

She is now a fine-art and commercial photographer based in London. Miss Aniela’s work has been exhibited internationally in Europe and the US, with representation in Madrid, LA and San Diego, and six solo exhibitions to date. Her work has been featured in numerous media worldwide, including NY Arts, El Pais, ALARM Chicago, Vogue Italia, BBC, and American Photo. She is the author of two photography books, Self-Portrait Photography and Creative Portrait Photography (both Ilex/Pixiq, worldwide.)





أبلغ عزيزًا فى ثنايا القلب منزله
أنى وإن كنت لا ألقاه ألقاه
وإن طرفى موصول برؤيته
وإن تباعد عن سكناي سكناه
يا ليته يعلم أنى لست أذكره
وكيف أذكره إذ لست أنساه
يا من توهم أنى لست أذكره
والله يعلم أنى لست أنساه
إن غاب عنى فالروح مسكنه
من يسكن الروح كيف القلب ينساه

المتنبى









حتى تحترق النجوم وحتى تفنى العوالم ،حتى تتصادم الكواكب، وتذبل الشموس وحتى ينطفئ القمر، وتجف البِحار والأنهار ،حتى أشيخ فتتآكل ذكرياتي ،حتى يعجز لساني عن لفظ اسمك ،حتى ينبض قلبي للمرة الأخيرة،فقط عند ذلك ربما أتوقف،ربما


“Until the stars burn out, and all worlds end, until the planets collide, and the suns wither, until the moon’s light dies, and the rivers and seas run out, until I grow so old that my memories fade away, and my tongue cannot say your name, until my heart beats for the last time, only then .. will I maybe stop, maybe”





My home ....


Home it is not only word or place . It's a part of each of us, where warmth and light are protected. It's beauty in simplicity and freedom where you can be yourself. It's a place where close people are next to you. Home is where our heart is.....





Passion - beautiful word in love . U know that the love you feel is powerful, unique, and special - generating a myriad of feelings and emotions begging to pour out.. You know, those special little things like a gentle touch to your hand, a loving caress, or those little sounds of pleasure from an arousing kiss. I am sure that this little things mean a lot. The little things you notice show that I am  paying attentions. It shows my chosen person that I care. I want to take a few minutes, right this second, replaying those special memories in your mind. You should use your senses and feel. You do not need to be a poet, simply let your emotions take over and capture under your mind. You want to create a strong impression  in your heart and create your own romantic flair. Do it ! Romantic words were created to help you express those fiery feelings of love, desire, and passion.  You should meant to experience what you give in return. I want to say you beautiful  words to communicate the rightness of my love. Believe me, that  you are special person in my life and i know that  you will appreciate your efforts.

Because passion  I feel when we touch each other, we we kiss each other and when I look at you. You are my passion …..

Photography Ed Pereira