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Mari Deleon – lijepa, pametna i talentovana djevojka iz Texas (USA) je pored fotografije Four Gentlemen in Venice 13:05 koju sam objavio na jednom portalu, napisala interesantan komentar:
„ Love the tone. They serious and they look as if on a mission … I think that’s an excellent title … so much can be derived from this image … without my doing my mind has already put sounds to their footsteps on the stone bricks they are walking on.
I hear the huffing of their breath, as they look they were walking quickly… almost not wanting to be seen …
Your image is very inspiring. It makes me want to write. 🙂 „
Mari se bavila pisanjem i objavljivala je svoje radove na istom portalu. Na osnovu nekoliko komentara sam primijetio da prati moje fotografije, te sam pročitao nekoliko njenih priča na istom portalu. Sa lakoćom je plela radnju, opisivala likove i vješto skenirala karaktere. Ono kad se iznenadite da amater može biti takav pisac. Prepoznavši njenu sposobnost da oživi ljude i kreira priču na osnovu jedne fotografije, ohrabrio sam je da to i uradi: „…… do that, express yourself“. Sedmicu kasnije poslala mi je kratku priču.
The story is dedicated to this photo and its absolutely fiction. Ladies and gentlemen I am very happy to introduce Mari Deleon and her mystical story:
FOUR GENTLEMEN
Sitting, waiting in this Cathedral —
I asked for the best. Waiting for my three other contacts, so business can proceed.
The Cathedral is not busy, only an old widow lighting a candle.
One by one they come trickling in, positioning themselves in the pews by and in front of me.
The last contact blesses himself as he enters. I assume he still believes—- Maybe his faith may save us all?
Enough – I begin to speak, carefully, a whisper in here can carry.
“As planned, we leave at noon. We all know what to do, eh?”
I see one rub his watch. They nodded, They know this job all too well.
The first church bell rings.
One by one we stand and step in time with every chime.
Once outside, the air cuts as November comes, the streets are almost empty.
All tourists are scarce— I think to myself the sea will soon take Venice back like a jealous lover and this square will soon flood with her love.
But now, we have no time to think.
We step swiftly, our footsteps echo against the stone bricks
Broad and Determine we travel
No one stands in our way -Invisible – No one’s eyes ever meet ours
Four in step, unseen to an unknown destination.
Mari je iz nepoznatih razloga ubrzo nestala sa portala redbubble. Ostala je priča, fotografija i sjećanje na jednu iskričavu djevojku koja se maštovitim mislima brzo selila u druga mjesta i prostore. Hvala Mari.
