Oana Ingrid

L’amour …

oanaingrid — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 09:51:23 +0000

L’amour …

“A quoi bon ce tas de plaisirs, de frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses ?
Pourquoi faire se laisser reprendre,
Le cour en chamade,
Ne rien y comprendre,
C’est une embuscade,

L’amour, hum hum, j’en veux pas
J’préfère de temps de temps
Je préfère le goût du vent
Le goût étrange et doux de la peau de mes amants,
Mais l’amour, hum hum, pas vraiment!”

Posted in black and white, noir et blanc, Paris, street show

a regarder le temps qui passe

oanaingrid — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 19:55:33 +0000

Posted in abstract, Paris

through the rainy forests

oanaingrid — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 12:52:57 +0000

Posted in black and white, children, noir et blanc, Paris, positive

Laisser tomber la pluie…

oanaingrid — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 20:27:24 +0000

Posted in children, Paris, portrait, street show

drifting away

oanaingrid — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 12:46:10 +0000

And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when Im feeling blue
The guitars coming through to soothe me

Thanks for the joy that youre given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
Your rythm and rhyme and harmony
Youve helped me along
Makin me strong

Give me the beat,

and free my soul
I want to get lost in your rock and roll
And drift away

Posted in black and white, noir et blanc, Paris, portrait, street show

When the stars were falling down

oanaingrid — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 17:47:59 +0000

Quand la part d’ombre

tombe

de l’autre côté du ciel,

n’oublie pas, si tu voyages,

de n’emporter pour seul bagage

que la valise de l’oubli.

Respire, une fois encore,

cet air bleui sur

les prémices du monde

Puis,

regagne ton quartier

sur lequel tombe

une impossible pluie d’étoiles.

Posted in black and white, noir et blanc, Paris, positive, street show

joie

oanaingrid — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 07:58:01 +0000

Posted in black and white, children, Paris, positive, Uncategorized

misty sunset

oanaingrid — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:43:16 +0000

“They are not, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream, Our path emerges for a while, then closes, Within a dream” Ernest Dowson

Posted in black and white, children, noir et blanc, Paris

tristesse

oanaingrid — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:55:27 +0000

La tristesse est un mur élevé entre deux jardins.

Khalil Gibran

Posted in black and white, noir et blanc, Paris, portrait, street show

A Little Bit Of Ireland

oanaingrid — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 08:08:06 +0000

May you never forget what is worth remembering,

Or remember what is best forgotten.

May you get all your wishes but one,

So you always have something to strive for.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse

Than the happiest day of your past.

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night,

and the road downhill all the way to your door.

Posted in Ireland, landscape, positive