1/  "YOU ARE ALL MY FAVOURITE SONGS..."
Mikey (Singapore)




2/  an angel of no tomorrow - cassandra yap
london




3/  AS SOON AS LUST SWEPT OVER US, I SWORE THAT OUR LOVE WILL REMAIN FOREVER...    TONY KHEIRALLAH - BEIRUT, LEBANON




4/  The blue flower fills my vision, a shadow tattoo scented with spring. She is warm and with me. 
I just want to be here with her.
I lick his neck it tastes of nectar his arms allow me room but I just want to be here with him.  
We are pieces of this heaven. 

-  Salwa Azar, London. 




5/
Two daydreaming bodies,
joined at the hip.

Imagine us.
Oh the redness of your lip.

I’ll lick your neck,
you’ll grab my hair,

We hold on so tight,
For our daydream, we care.

Rupa Nolan.  Iksan, South Korea.    





6/  The earth tries to swallow us
She clings to me like a butterfly or a wood fairy and I can't let her go.
He smells of bracken and bluebells, I lick his neck to make sure he's real.


7/  All over me. I grab her russet hair and turn my face so she licks my neck 
and we play in the earth.
Like the bluebells, this won't last forever.
It'll do for now, it'll do.


8/  Shit, did i leave the kettle on?


9/  We're in the middle of nowhere, and I really need a piss.

10/  I can't take this, I know she won't stay. I linger with her for a while, and let her playfully lick my neck for old time's sake.
The flowers remind me that all things fade over time, her beauty, her smile, the way she wears clothes that make her seem transparent, 
they'll all be someone elses one day.


6-10 all Salwa Azar, London




11/
Grass
Leaves
Dark Blue flowers x4
light Blue Flowers x5?
Hair x 2 (one red , one brown)
Eyes x 2
Ears x 2
Lips x 4
Noses x 2 (1 profile)
Beard x 1 (with moustache)
Teeth x 3
Eyebrows x 2.5
Tongue x 1 (exposed)
Beard x 1
Shoulders x 3
Necks x 2 (front and back)
Fingers x 10 (inc 2 thumbs)
Ring x 1
Shadows
Dress x 1
Hands x 3
Legs x 2
Tights x 1 (orange)
Jeans x1 (dirty)

Ross SS London





12/  just found this translation:


It is a green hollow where a stream gurgles, 
 Crazily catching silver rags of itself on the grasses; 
 Where the sun shines from the proud mountain: 
 It is a little valley bubbling over with light.  

 A young soldier, open-mouthed, bare-headed, 
 With the nape of his neck bathed in cool blue cresses,  
 Sleeps; he is stretched out on the grass, under the sky, 
 Pale on his green bed where the light falls like rain.  

 His feet in the yellow flags, he lies sleeping. Smiling as  
 A sick child might smile, he is having a nap: 
 Cradle him warmly, Nature: he is cold.  

 No odour makes his nostrils quiver; 
 He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his breast 
 At peace. There are two red holes in his right side.  

Arthur Rimbaud  -  October 1870 
 
submitted by grégoire alexandre - Paris




13/                     ____________ *______________

Air....aromas...senses...light....a summer day as written
in a ' midnight's summer dream ' of  dreams....
travelling together...interlocked in the essence of
the moment as if watching constellations moving deep
under the skin.......

One in one.....space.....time....clouds above in the
skies... tasting and smelting to the nectar of your soft
and silky skin warmed by the chemistry of fusing hearts 
in the ecstasy of dreams..........

A summer day....a bed of  flowers... sweet aromas
floating freely as offered by mother earth intoxicating the
senses with captivating air while encapsulating our
bodies in a golden sun like dream....blessed-full
surrounded in an  aura of love and passion with  its
sensual desires and playful dreams of whims....

........And in an instant while looking into the space and 
distance that connects our moment of rapture.... I then remember
that day when the first magic spell used its embrace....
the moment when the heart fells under the ever for ever
lasting spell taken it away to an undreamed dimension
of constellations where looking back has no beginning
and where looking back has no real end.... but just
the memory of happiness when happiness only seems
to last for ever fast to never end.....proving that
the taste of the intoxicating elixir..... will never
ever cease to end........

Galileo's Universe





14/ 
Traces of rebellion on soft white jeans and a clenched fist in her hair mark the male character as bravado, a transgressor, 
yet his gaze follows the sweet song of bluebells.  A pierced and vaginal motifplays out on the whimsical cladding of the 
female character, her hair forms arabesques on her jaw line and her eyes are closed, all highly suggestive of a deep penetration 
into herself even in the slack arms of others.  The subjects are clearly not in love.

From: Sonia Veenema Stagg - Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA





15/
the beauty of the forest.do not ignore the beauty of the forest because a few of the trees are ugly,like these two fey gormless 
fashinistas,on a fashion shoot pretending to rustic,rural,and so natural.but having their ass stung by nettles.
  
chris shaw/bidston valle






16/
I SEE YOU ON ME.
AND THE SUN IN MY EYES.
I CAN MAKE STARS WITH MY TEARS, ZORA...
edouard paturel-paris
 


17/
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young, 
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy; 
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.


The Ballad of Reading Gaol  by Oscar Wilde
Nihal Yesil – London





19/
"sometimes I'm thinking that I love you, but it's only lust"
 
Mark Wagner  London / New York






20/
Yes I actually can,my name is Mahima I am from India, when I saw this picture I instantly thought of romance,real love and 
how beautifully it has been captured in this cover.So here is my text for it:

AFRIKAANS ek het jou lief / ek is lief vir jou 
ARABIC ouhibbouka (to a man) / ouhibbouki (to a woman) 
ARMENIAN yes kez siroumem 
BELARUSIAN _____ ____ (kahaju ciabie) 
BENGALI aami tomakey bhalo basi BOSNIAN volim te 
BRETON karout a ran ac'hanout / da garout a ran / me az kar 
BULGARIAN ______ __ 
BURMESE nga nin ko chit te  
CATALAN t'estimo 
CHEYENNE ne'mehotatse 
CHINESE wo ai ni 
CORSICAN amu tè / ti tengu caru 
CROATIAN volim te 
CZECH miluji t_ 
DANISH jeg elsker dig 
DIOULA mi fê 
DUTCH ik hou van jou  
ENGLISH I LOVE YOU 
ESPERANTO mi amas vin 
ESTONIAN ma armastan sind 
FAROESE eg elski teg 
FINNISH minä rakastan sinua 
FLEMISH ik hou van jou / ik heb je lief 
FRENCH je t'aime 
FRISIAN ik hâld fan dy 
FRIULAN o ti vuei ben 
GALICIAN amo-te / ámote / quero-te / quérote 
GEORGIAN me shen mikvarkhar 
GERMAN ich liebe Dich 
GREEK s'agapo 
GUARANÍ rojhayhû 
GUJARATI hun tane prem karun chhun 
HAITIAN CREOLE mwen renmen'w / mouin rinmin'w 
HAWAIAN aloha wau i_ 'oe 
HEBREW ani ohev otakh (man to woman)ani ohevet otkha (woman to man) 
HINDI main tumse pyar karta hoo 
HMONG kuv hlub koj 
HUNGARIAN szeretlek 
ICELANDIC ég elska _ig 
INDONESIAN saya cinta padamu / saya cinta kamu 
IRISH GAELIC tá grá agam duit 
ITALIAN ti amo 
JAPANESE aishitemasu / aishiteru (barely used) anata ga daisuki desu   ("cute") 
KABYLIAN hamlagh-kem (man to woman) hamlaghk (woman to man) 
KANNADA naanu ninnanna pritisutteney 
KHMER bang srolaïgn ôn (man to woman) ôn srolaïgn bang (woman to man) 
KOREAN saranghe KURDISH ez te hez dikim LAO khoi hak tchao lai 
LATIN te amo 
LATVIAN es tevi m_lu 
LEBANESE b'hibik (man to woman) b'hibak (woman to man) 
LIGURIAN mi te amu LINGALA na lingi yo 
LITHUANIAN a_ tave myliu LOW SAXON ik hou van ju 
LUXEMBOURGEOIS ech hun dech gäer 
MACEDONIAN te sakam 
MALAGASY tiako ianao / tia anao aho (stronger) 
MALAY aku cinta padamu MALAYALAM enikku ninné ishtamaanu 
MALTESE in_obbok 
MANX ta graih aym ort 
MAORI kei te aroha au i a koe 
MONGOLIAN __ ____ _______ (bi chamd khairtai) 
MORÉ mam nong-a fo 
NAPOLETANO t'ammo 
NDEBELE niya ku tanda 
NEPALI ma timilai prem garchhu 
NORWEGIAN jeg elsker deg 
OCCITAN t'aimi 
PAPIAMENTU mi ta stima bo 
PERSIAN dustat dâram (formal) / duset dâram (informal) 
POLISH kocham ci_ 
PORTUGUESE amo-te / eu te amo (Brazilian Portuguese) 
PUNJABI mein tenu pyar karda han (male speaker) mein tenu pyar kardi han (female speaker) 
QUECHUA de CUZCO munakuyki 
RAPA NUI hanga rahi au kia koe 
ROMANI kamaù tut 
ROMANIAN te iubesc 
RUSSIAN _ ____ _____ (ia tibia lioubliou) 
SAMOAN ou te alofa ia te oe 
SANGO mbi yé mô 
SARDINIAN deo t'amo (logudorese) / deu t'amu (campidanese) 
SCOTTISH GAELIC tha gaol agam ort / tha gaol agam oirbh 
SERBIAN volim te 
SESOTHO ke ya ho rata 
SHONA ndinokuda 
SINDHI moon khay tu saan piyar aahay 
SINHALA mama oyata aadareyi (spoken) / mama obata aadareyi (formal) 
SIOUX wastewalake 
SLOVAK _úbim _a / milujem _a 
SLOVENIAN ljubim te / rad te imam (male speaker) / rada te imam (female speaker) 
SOBOTA volim te / se te volime (lit.) 
SOMALI waan ku jecelahay SONINKÉ na moula 
SPANISH te amo / te quiero SUSU ira fan ma 
SWAHILI nakupenda 
SWEDISH jag älskar dig 
TAGALOG mahal kita 
TAHITIAN ua here vau ia oe 
TAJIKI jigarata bihrum duhtari hola (man to woman) tra lav dorum (woman to man) 
TAMIL naan unnai kaadhalikkarn 
TATAR min sine yaratam 
TELUGU nenu ninnu premisthunnanu 
TETUN hau hadomi o THAI ________ (phom rak khun) - man speaking _________ (chan rak khun) - woman speaking 
TIBETAN na kirinla gaguidou 
TURKISH seni seviyorum 
TURKMEN seni sö_ärin 
UDMURT mon tone jarati_ko 
UKRAINIAN _ ____ _____ (ia tebe kohaiu) 
URDU hum tumse mohabbat karte hai 
UZBEK men seni sevaman / men seni yahshi ko'raman (less formal) 
VENETIAN t'amo 
VIETNAMESE anh yêu em (man to woman)em yêu anh (woman to man) 
WALOON (orthographe à betchfessîs) dji vs voe voltî 
WELSH rydw i'n dy garu di 
WEST INDIAN CREOLE mwen enmen 
WOLOF nob nala 
XHOSA ndiyakuthanda 
YIDDISH ich hob dir lib 
YORUBA moni ife e 
ZULU ngiyakuthanda






21/ - Daniel Peacock  from Los Angeles, CA.

My desire
attracts her.

She responds.

I allow her to be with me.

We are one.




22/ rob Gallagher - oxford, UK

my text(also attached):

So, a couple, a leisurely pash in a late summer copse, beneath bluebell sprigs and the splayed tongues 
of ferns, splitting the crabbed leaves, bugs rattling in the bracken and doubtless somewhere the low 
smacking sound of lean, slack-lipped horses cropping grass is audible. Maybe ˆ why not? ˆ there are 
even batteries of larks spilling, from branches all around, hymns to human tendresse and the idle and 
pleasant pastime of al fresco fucking.

Shirtless and stubbly, the boy, lids aflutter, barely parted, grasps a clutch of the girl‚s rubied hair with 
one ringed hand, and with the other hand, at the end of a forearm wired with charcoal floss, cups the 
frocked arse of the girl, who, flushed and rapt, is gladly lapping w/ a pink tongue at his neck and face, 
her body folded into his, his knee buckled, sighing. Pools of milk-coloured sunlight tint their bodies 
here and there and her filigreed and petalled belt is the doppelganger of the nodding blooms spotted 
about. Oblivious to smears, nicks and ditchmuck they do their Arcadian thing and how very fetching it 
is too.





23/ Gabriel Tupinambá   -   Islington, London - Uk

another moment escapes and escapes through homeless gestures,  
homeless arms and legs. i look away and still there. still there the  
moment escapes between the green the red the pulsating color of the  
morning. another place to be called heaven haven have you dissolved  
into something else yet? i exchange the word time for your tongue and  
it passes slowly it renders me obsolete and i am another fallen leave  
a wooden log  stepped ground falling out of tongue counting tongues  
go by. another name for being another name for being another name for  
forest for cutting for dripping pink skin. i search another name.  
here the overbearing presence of the world the fantastic  
pyrotechnical world of inflamed will. there the strong voices of the  
ground the ethereal and whispered shadows crying this is not enough  
this is a moment this is not you this is another yet another image  
and gone. i grasp for whatever is in between and what i find is the  
fluidity of your body held together by a fabric that is not you nor  
outside you. and the ground keeps on howling.



24/  — Vikram Alexei Kansara, New York

GROW NEW PETALS.
A SECOND SKIN FOR
A SECOND CUMMING.
DEAD ADONIS
BLOOM.



25/
written by Solomon Harris-Light - Sydney, Australia
Winged serpent encircles my neck, gentle caress I know it will strangle but I let it whisper violet perfume, 
suspended through subterfuge I will not cry the time’s embrace. 




26/
Young spontaneous passion,
In the leaves on stems of dead trees
Blued signs of new life around them.
Pressed into the earth with the
Weight of their bodies.
Unselfconscious lovers
Surrendering to
Immediate lust.

C.Morrison, Vancouver


27/
romance  roman  novel  |  romantic  romantique  romantic  |  romancer  romancier  novelist  | 
love  amour  love  |  ardor  ardeur  heat  |  fondness  penchant  leaning  |  | desire  désir  desire  | 
devotion  dévotion  devotion | affection  affection  affection  |  yearning  aspirer  to aspire
lust  convoitise  covetous  |  modern romance  roman moderne  modern novel 
      
they felt the stirrings of revolutionary ardor   

Alan Gastelum Photography -  Los Angeles




28/
Nature, Romantism, Sex, Monotony, Life

Periklis Georgopoulos,  Milan, Italy




29/
name: amorphy - location: belgrade [serbia]
entry: short monologue [sarah-kane-style]

I'M A STAR. CAN YOU HELP? PULL MY HAIR. HERE, ON THE GROUND. LEG OVER LEG. AND YOUR HAND. THE ONE WITH THAT RING. 
MIDDLE FINGER, RIGHT. HAND, YES. JUST HANDS: ONE, TWO, THREE; MY LEFT IS GONE. FOR GOOD. CAN YOU HELP? SHAVE! THEN CUT. 
THE LIGHT. AND THE SHADE. IN THE GARDEN, IN THE PARK, IN THE WOODS. LOST. BOYFRIEND, AT THE TIME. LOVE IT. 
LATER - PLACE THE DIRTY SPOT. IN THE PHOTOSHOP, IN THE STUDIO, ON THE NET. OH, CAN YOU HELP? TRY. HARDER. DRY? 
LICK. THEN POSE. THAT'S GOOD. AGAIN. MORE. NOW, SHOW! THIS SPRING. YOU AND THE FLOWERS. IT'S FOR REAL. 
BUT, ONLY FOR A SEASON. MIUCCIA TOLD ME. SO, CAN YOU HELP? PLEASE. ALL NIGHT IN PARIS, 
INTERESTED ONLY IN CONTENT! PREGNANT, USEFUL, POLITICAL. BLISS. THANK YOU. 




30/
All the world’s efforts
In tiny places
Reside.
Forest floor
Next to honest skin
As we blend in seamlessly 
With that around us. 

Pale and speckled light 
Plays its unheard song 
As her fiery hair 
In my hand
Willingly tangles.

My lover’s familiar scent 
Mingles with earth centuries old
As we gladly take our part 
In the grand order of things. 

With each new day 
the morning’s frost surrenders,
never tiring of the ceaseless rehearsal.
Ours too is one of constance
Each time she looks at me, anew.

Warm and tender scrapes fall into
Precious captured fumbling
Here amongst the bluebell and fern.

Joanne Kernan, London.





31/

Dappled sunlight,

Lover's lick.

Bluebells growing

Hand on hip.

Spring advancing,

Eyes half-closed.

Look of loving,

Touch on clothes.

Tony Preece  -   Stroud, Gloucestershire








32/ Naoko Ishibashi 					Tokyo, Japan

“Our futures graze upon this land, ripened by condemned command”

The viewer is enticed by the charm of enchantment offered from such connotations of fairy tale romance. 
But as you are drawn into the image you are immersed in semiotic reasoning. Beyond the heterosexual act 
of love and embracement, questions of time, place and future abound the audience. I found myself curbed 
in thoughts of the forbidden, secrecy, infused with revolutionary dreaming. The scene is set in a world 
where all men are mere objects possessing identical psychological traits. Man’s uniqueness, identity and 
conscience are removed, for totalitarianisms wellbeing. A ruling party that relishes absolute power over 
the people and the land they live in. 

If you visualize the image as three layers A, B and C with light being the element that intertwines them 
together. Layer A is referring to an area on the left side of the image. The leaves are dry touched by 
age and decay. There pale orange color diminishes any hope of contrast, creating a void of emptiness that 
has a two dimensional quality about it. It’s although the leaves and dried foliage is a representation of 
nature in its most flaccid state something that appears dull and not warranting attention. Not an area of 
freshness and vitality which would provoke the passer by to gain interest in it. Instead it projects the 
feeling nature should be discarded and seen as a hindrance not worth tasting. So with this idea of nature 
being valueless I envisage that anything considered natural would be frowned upon. A ruling power that has 
developed a society of humans stripped of many of their natural qualities. Abilities to think and express 
one’s conscience are non existent in this race. The human has become a customized cog, living and dying for 
the cause. If all natural things are deemed evil the act of sex must surely be banished, leading to ideas of 
scientifically produced babies with identical genetic structures.

Yet in layer B (two subjects) we see two humans embracing one another in the secluded darkness. Is this an 
act of defiance? Are they hiding? Are they even allowed to touch elements of conventional nature? The scene 
portrays a moment when a diverse set of events simultaneously occur. Are we the audience viewing from a 
hidden camera belonging to the ruling party?  Are the two subjects forbidden to be there? Have they triggered 
a security light? The artificial light radiates a feeling of surveillance, that we are watching something 
private and shouldn’t be. Yet in an age where we are encouraged that it’s acceptable to watch others 
(fly on the wall documentaries) the feeling is lessoned. Despite being exposed they do not panic instead they 
appear to embrace one another as if life is nothing without each other and they have developed ego from there 
act of defiance. The emphasis of their togetherness incorporates unification and power in natural bonding .
The woman with fiery red hair (suggesting a powerful Boudica character) continues to express desire towards the 
man even though she has been caught deifying the authorities. Her dress is delicate and the flowers that adorn 
it are of stark contrast to the already described dull ground beside her. The man is distracted by the beauty 
of a simple bluebell lit brightly by the artificial light. Has he never seen, touched nature like this? Maybe 
it was too dangerous for him to show curiosity into something that the party deems evil. But now in this moment 
of realization amidst the bright light he can identify nature in its purest form. In this moment where he has 
defied the authorities by embracing another human through natural desire, where he is caught in a forbidden 
place involved in a banished activity, he starts to notice how he has been oppressed to think, act and believe. 
This is the moment when he can no longer bare to be without what he has only recently discovered nature and his 
own conscience. Through his rapidly growing ego (developed thorough his recent acts of defiance) he starts 
revolutionary thinking of a different world. As he gazes at the blue bell he wonders what is possible if such 
a fragile beauty can grow against such odds.

The third layer consists of the area to the right of the man and woman. A wave of dense vegetation, vitality, 
energy and natural power looks down on the pensive man. It represents the ideas of change, hope and psychological 
liberty that have flourished inside the subject’s head. This is the moment when he the individual has the 
potential to sow his ideas and use the crop to nourish and feed a population of conscious less people. The 
wave is going to crash and wash the land of its ignorance. Like a chain reaction, the uranium has been split 
and the potential for change is colossal. These are the type of moments that have sunken monarchs, religious 
doctrines and corrupt nobles over the course of history._Authorities suppress psychological freedom of the 
individual because of the damage that could occur from those who are tired of serving the system. Not everyone 
is washed thoroughly in the authorities’ doctrines and can’t prevent natural demands and needs (reproduce emotions). 
‘Ripened in condemned commands’ in the image we are witnessing the moment when two subjects who have natural 
impulses are embracing, disobeying the laws, being caught by authority (security light, camera) and further defying 
the system by dreaming of change, rebelling prompting a revolution. All this energy of future events is shown in this 
churning wave of natural growth. Nature being the element missing in the present population is what has enabled the 
ruling party to have absolute dominance. It is people like those featured in the image that  protect their conscience 
and uniqueness as an individual, in doing so cause big and small waves around the world where different people can be 
washed away to the places they are naturally meant to be.

Naoko Ishibashi, Tokyo JAPAN
 




33/
................................. falling in love was falling,
falling for each other, falling into each other,
falling to the ground, falling through the ground
falling through the earth, falling through the stars.
falling as One in Oneness, always falling............
x 

simonbrownphotography.com







34/

SLEEPING

BEAUTY

EARTH OUT

EARTH IN

WOMB'S LAND

UXORIOUS MAN

VAGABUNDISH LOVE

RAIN SMELL

EYE-OPENER

GLOWFLY DREAMS

WET PETALS

WE ARE DEAD

SEX ON THE HUMUS

WE ARE TOUCHWOODS


 Isabelle Panzani  Location: Buenos Aires, Argentina.






35/
Author: Pablo Gimenez Zapiola Location: Houston, TX - USA

Silent Passion

Wild grace

Empowering dawn

Universal happiness

Brutal hunger

Instigating solitude

Nature poetry

Ecstatic abandonment

Balsamic satiety  

Love thirst

Accomplice shadows

Luxurious beauty 

Indelible hope





36/
that aweful sound
(bang bang) * *           > this way up
my baby shot me down.
 
(i think the text should be going down the page & sideways and/or backwards.)

j.seguin






37/ 
A spinal reef
Tucked in too deep
Levitation 'with verdure'
Another look discerns her
Pippin with ring
And rouged-up lip

A factory heightened
And brought to the tense
With intervening fortunes
Comes another sense
Yellow mid-way lining
And pink scars they are mine
Compression of the skin-type sixty-nine

-Saint Sèvres, Auckland, The North Island, NZ




38/
The image should the man with legs completely open and the woman as penetrator and in the traditional male role.
It is a wonderful image and great reworking of traditional and  overused gender images
 
John 
cary  North carolina 




39/
Erudite, young, bohemian wench seeks plaything.
Must like Nabokov & gardening.
No polo shirts. 
"
...
Gavin Luke Green
Melbourne, Australia.




40/
*lila
---------------
*
Jeremy Hendriks
Utrecht, Holland.



41/
HER
above
on left
eyes closed
licking neck
daphinous dress
embroidered belt
flesh tights
soil

HIM
below
on right
look away
gazing toward bluebells
bare chest
light jeans
hairy arm
foliage
 
John Banthorpe