tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79959887931591781832024-03-29T04:29:26.941+01:00Postcards of BridgesMy bridges postcards collection.davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comBlogger1798125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-89601677507741258602024-03-26T01:12:00.000+01:002024-03-26T08:30:08.038+01:00Zielona Most (Green Bridge) over the Motlawa River in Gdansk, Pomerania (Poland)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhNQ0vpBbYSPsMrxpTykOytdhyg3EWk4B_yAoy8okvZPfu6vv9Xde0xDHF71JnZalKCVNi-iK4ix-DyEFYLYLOs1fOx5wmPLiPxgvX0TdI3Hxxeph1KWb6mmigToTEf701Wimd5YaQN07PnXwgQGcSUAwkgrHdlMGHSVF0YVrcWsnysyI0XtxIO3cmq0/s2948/20240223_143603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2131" data-original-width="2948" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXhNQ0vpBbYSPsMrxpTykOytdhyg3EWk4B_yAoy8okvZPfu6vv9Xde0xDHF71JnZalKCVNi-iK4ix-DyEFYLYLOs1fOx5wmPLiPxgvX0TdI3Hxxeph1KWb6mmigToTEf701Wimd5YaQN07PnXwgQGcSUAwkgrHdlMGHSVF0YVrcWsnysyI0XtxIO3cmq0/s320/20240223_143603.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"> When cathedral bells toll through the morningand sunlight touches steeples with its glare,<br />and arrows on the town hall clock stop turning,<br />you will find him on the market square,<br />sweeping leaves in shadows of despair.<br />And in that instant you will cease your yearning.<br />Hunchbacked, with a chuckle he will share<br />the secrets of his heart, and give a warning<br />to city doves assembling at his feet,<br />to sparrows quarrelling on Neptune’s head.<br />He’ll lower his tobacco chin to meet<br />their eyes and whisper what Saint Francis said.<br />He’ll toss crumbs with his withered sailor’s hand.<br />And when he looks up, you will understand.</span><p></p><span style="font-family: arial;">Poem <b><i>The Birdman of Gdansk</i></b>, <br />by<b> Leo Yankevich</b></span>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-60623621866582317762024-03-24T23:24:00.002+01:002024-03-24T23:24:26.653+01:00Balinghe Bridge over the Baling River near Guanling, Guizhou (China)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7y-5mDs9eg32_x4Cnig2Hv9cFsJMFnmM_k3f5hI_Q3vlKUvrisI-Hq-X-QeMniRbZF47wh1lrvXbUJ3k0O-4GVl_Tp19dTN2aFOyo6CvoFjEvBeZHN95ZpCu-QupDSU33MEq4r0KdzwdjVgULK5NXmwI3Jy-K1uakQERGYVRFmdwfVlbp3raE40tuMw/s3186/20240323_120419.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3186" data-original-width="2072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7y-5mDs9eg32_x4Cnig2Hv9cFsJMFnmM_k3f5hI_Q3vlKUvrisI-Hq-X-QeMniRbZF47wh1lrvXbUJ3k0O-4GVl_Tp19dTN2aFOyo6CvoFjEvBeZHN95ZpCu-QupDSU33MEq4r0KdzwdjVgULK5NXmwI3Jy-K1uakQERGYVRFmdwfVlbp3raE40tuMw/s320/20240323_120419.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"> "Guizhou is a land where there are no three days without rain, no three fields without a mountain, and no three coins in anyone's pocket." <br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Chinese saying</i></div></span><p></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-76306801738713651052024-03-24T22:46:00.005+01:002024-03-24T22:46:46.557+01:00Ponte Umberto over the Tiber River in Rome (Italy)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBXCFSS-PvAVlQdDpzrtf8RuDncbrx7lqTAvQKs2m89YBL8f9MLgjhwGLeMrKNZxQ_A3alCXmu1xeziclpfNadCvsujeoz5dhVnx_pBhDP0Err9QvoXXFTWi3rpYjpScJ0GRhZkxGNqneyQTx829s9u2CFvTqVxFTDkDxtgbSA_eCce2__NBFf7HNrwk/s2771/20230328_173602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1972" data-original-width="2771" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBXCFSS-PvAVlQdDpzrtf8RuDncbrx7lqTAvQKs2m89YBL8f9MLgjhwGLeMrKNZxQ_A3alCXmu1xeziclpfNadCvsujeoz5dhVnx_pBhDP0Err9QvoXXFTWi3rpYjpScJ0GRhZkxGNqneyQTx829s9u2CFvTqVxFTDkDxtgbSA_eCce2__NBFf7HNrwk/s320/20230328_173602.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p> “There’s one thing that I like about Rome that was stated by Napoleon: that from sublime to pathetic is only one step away. And in Rome there’s a constant shifting between sublime and pathetic.” </span><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Paolo Sorrentino</b></span></p><br /><p></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-31024767398778257592024-03-24T11:16:00.011+01:002024-03-24T22:31:14.918+01:00Bridges over the Sengge Zangbo River (Indus River) in Shiquanhe, Tibet (China)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsu-EQrVRdVPrqz5slNuVJCFpNsYAE2vVr1Adz4vqzaK1GGrt7iG02DLkiD5vyFeNh9GmPINQaTHCjMKvlbNciU5KqneTUAp-QLsxP1fbIUtQ7FINS9SBf_TGY7tG1YVgpezF2nbK2I837Ukzm0kXnwPbPZB3ZGdtMGPk5nACVnqtQ-WlzR6ipZ24AxE/s3288/20240323_120403.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1595" data-original-width="3288" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsu-EQrVRdVPrqz5slNuVJCFpNsYAE2vVr1Adz4vqzaK1GGrt7iG02DLkiD5vyFeNh9GmPINQaTHCjMKvlbNciU5KqneTUAp-QLsxP1fbIUtQ7FINS9SBf_TGY7tG1YVgpezF2nbK2I837Ukzm0kXnwPbPZB3ZGdtMGPk5nACVnqtQ-WlzR6ipZ24AxE/w400-h194/20240323_120403.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">Scientist finds new origin of Indus River. More than 100 years after Swedish explorer Sven Hedin announced the discovery of the origin of the Indus river, a Chinese scientist has challenged the claim with the help of high-resolution, remote-sensing satellite images and a field investigation to come up with a new finding. "The headstream, called Banggokong by local Tibetans, is about 30 kilometers away from the place that Sven Hedin believed was the source of the river," said Liu. The upper course of Indus River within Tibet is called Sengge Zangbo, which means a lion-mouthed river.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>China Daily</b>, 21 october 2010.</span></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-62713761578049491932024-03-19T22:54:00.006+01:002024-03-19T22:54:44.028+01:00Yong'an Bridge over the lake in Beihai park, Beijing (China)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aZMQq7ND6ixwzze7JW18dTKAik9QBJSbXLXIlyluzABcW3CREtjOp2Nd6jYH160_cX8RDwH_GhyphenhyphenjF8rGO4e4WK6MD5au_cQ3NgFiTRZ1V7Ao43WQOQ2k4KTQeDpm9BBU6l_a2vDt5IAstNY4px_J1xT-YXPd82LDjHPIpES2IgUaWxq3rP83gWLWQv8/s2318/20231221_180158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1621" data-original-width="2318" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aZMQq7ND6ixwzze7JW18dTKAik9QBJSbXLXIlyluzABcW3CREtjOp2Nd6jYH160_cX8RDwH_GhyphenhyphenjF8rGO4e4WK6MD5au_cQ3NgFiTRZ1V7Ao43WQOQ2k4KTQeDpm9BBU6l_a2vDt5IAstNY4px_J1xT-YXPd82LDjHPIpES2IgUaWxq3rP83gWLWQv8/s320/20231221_180158.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">In the ocean there were three celestial mountains, Penglai, Yingzhou and Fangzhang, where celestial beings lived in gorgeous pavilions and enjoyed pills of immortality. Emperors of the Han Dynasty, dispatched trusted officials to search for the pills of immortality, but nothing came out of the effort. In disappointment, the emperors began building celestial islands on waters close by his imperial palace, thereby converting fantasy into reality. Beihai Park was exactly built according to that. The lake itself is reminiscent of the ocean, and the Qionghua Isle in its center is "Penglai". </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Legend about Beihai Park</i></span><br /><p></p></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-38087955988267535032024-03-19T22:46:00.001+01:002024-03-19T22:55:02.140+01:00Kalinov Bridge over the mythological Smorodina River painted by Nikolai Kochergin<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tCJ4aF-8sJ9xMuZHDPUgPa36xOQE1yebr9KwTYZf4OgdzUxAsjkQhZY6iNrXue-HhyrvibQ5hL3k6RFlRTb4QCiUESY88r-mOQZvuu38q-_qYaim-_fBW2WgKofPFjoj4D4b13PmHUBs-EBCNh1h7jmoNWgVtzeeJFwf7b-FQdkENB0ZgnsQiN13p0A/s751/Captura.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="751" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tCJ4aF-8sJ9xMuZHDPUgPa36xOQE1yebr9KwTYZf4OgdzUxAsjkQhZY6iNrXue-HhyrvibQ5hL3k6RFlRTb4QCiUESY88r-mOQZvuu38q-_qYaim-_fBW2WgKofPFjoj4D4b13PmHUBs-EBCNh1h7jmoNWgVtzeeJFwf7b-FQdkENB0ZgnsQiN13p0A/s320/Captura.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"> Kalinov bridge connects two banks of the Smorodina River. Smorodina is a fiery, seething river, and Kalinov bridge is burning and red-hot. Feather light souls cross this bridge. And they can never go back. This place is guarded by the serpent called Zmei Gorynich. Later on Baba Yaga will live here in her chicken-legged hut. In prehistoric times this was the kingdom of Morena, Morena made sure that events were taking the right course, she kept peace between the worlds.</span><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Russian legend</i></span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-34419529515440588722024-03-14T23:09:00.002+01:002024-03-14T23:09:27.959+01:00Grunwaldzki Bridge across the river Vistula in Krakow (Poland)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowLr10YiyTirX9-JJLZogQ-tvv0mdngUH8n2Ci4G_44T9Z1Jucrvp46yo-pSGz4Hb29zCZGDZD_kOnYGusAIio0KD9psA89QHNsIkeN198kXaPd03gZf-NPBlBv-NfoKor4RL74sh2Kv31HmSlJYAmbq139wxRR4r2pN8fXbMGeS7cHrq2jHXsiXnuBk/s3223/20240223_143622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2305" data-original-width="3223" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowLr10YiyTirX9-JJLZogQ-tvv0mdngUH8n2Ci4G_44T9Z1Jucrvp46yo-pSGz4Hb29zCZGDZD_kOnYGusAIio0KD9psA89QHNsIkeN198kXaPd03gZf-NPBlBv-NfoKor4RL74sh2Kv31HmSlJYAmbq139wxRR4r2pN8fXbMGeS7cHrq2jHXsiXnuBk/s320/20240223_143622.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">Tell me who I'll marry, tell me who he'll be<br />While the Vistula is flowing<br />By the green oak tree<br />While the Vistula is flowing<br />By the green oak tree<br /><br />Here's a builder come to woo you<br />No one can build a house like he can<br />Fondly he tells you that he loves you<br />As he loves his houses</span><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In a song by <b>Judy Collins</b></span></p><p></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-79708888049713992662024-03-14T22:59:00.002+01:002024-03-14T22:59:31.460+01:00Sant Martí Bridge over the Merlés river in Santa María de Merlés, Barcelona (Spain)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpB2JWhIw8ROT9ziV-ATycrlOF_L_a1azlt5JspEsLItB9_xk1tAsmGVlX10DN54AzxgD-Kyw1yZWQGob9lUyltDezPccQpC6Xf3jrhLx8fz37iRFaHhljnI-EL8aXwxpbUcaq2_9IHUdTbb1oUQLRGWOLvVhjVmBN2q-yL5CkB1R3J53VbcnMKhU0v5k/s2418/20230906_171307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1811" data-original-width="2418" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpB2JWhIw8ROT9ziV-ATycrlOF_L_a1azlt5JspEsLItB9_xk1tAsmGVlX10DN54AzxgD-Kyw1yZWQGob9lUyltDezPccQpC6Xf3jrhLx8fz37iRFaHhljnI-EL8aXwxpbUcaq2_9IHUdTbb1oUQLRGWOLvVhjVmBN2q-yL5CkB1R3J53VbcnMKhU0v5k/s320/20230906_171307.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><span style="font-family: arial;">A Frontanyà cerca la passa<br />del riu Merlès capçal airós,<br />del Berguedà a l'escapada,<br />del Matamala a l'hort frondós.<br />...<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #800180;">In Frontanyà look for the raisin</span></div><span style="color: #800180;"><div style="text-align: right;">of the river Merlès airy head,</div><div style="text-align: right;">from Berguedà to the escape,</div><div style="text-align: right;">from Matamala to the leafy garden.</div></span></span><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Excerpt from a poem </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">by<b> Joan Benet i Petit</b></span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-91804327072706330122024-02-27T19:05:00.002+01:002024-03-01T08:34:44.312+01:00Bridge over a canal in the Thahn Toan village near Hué (Vietnam)<span style="font-family: arial;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zYT1wCuJijhEfKA-N7JXAZdxr_fD36k8eqgLsfgMpJn82QpEyjnnC-HTnhSJi-CaTTNpzVJkXeOo8yf29c7gS_GkMOU5CZaOaL7R8Nk0Fap2aKT_pqwwLm_-s5VA1vbh5RvJ0cOj43B56GzsH_ItT3LpNDb6JiwXR-o0KS_yR6t2rxhBmCkxT3d8YCM/s2061/20231221_180244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1367" data-original-width="2061" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zYT1wCuJijhEfKA-N7JXAZdxr_fD36k8eqgLsfgMpJn82QpEyjnnC-HTnhSJi-CaTTNpzVJkXeOo8yf29c7gS_GkMOU5CZaOaL7R8Nk0Fap2aKT_pqwwLm_-s5VA1vbh5RvJ0cOj43B56GzsH_ItT3LpNDb6JiwXR-o0KS_yR6t2rxhBmCkxT3d8YCM/s320/20231221_180244.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />“I can’t say what made me fall in love with Vietnam – that a woman’s voice can drug you; that everything is so intense. The colors, the taste, even the rain.”</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Graham Greene</b></span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-57402382676236629942024-02-27T18:56:00.006+01:002024-02-27T18:56:44.736+01:00Grunwald Bridge over the Oder River in Wroclaw (Poland)<span style="font-family: arial;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Kq2vm6FJcRERGpHa1O-PfomN_2OUm63xv8RinniFhwJKQIhD9mr6j473SQrRe1hDa0XDpDchhpuMcy4wLhapchtfu3arI6-3UoB9JlG8gaJn-bvZW6xTVeZMWd4M8bAKpu4FssTYVyQyV6vN_zOS-zy6xT0zeLlyQNUr4iJIM2ig8hNiizCL9zGMlr0/s2044/20240223_143529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1458" data-original-width="2044" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Kq2vm6FJcRERGpHa1O-PfomN_2OUm63xv8RinniFhwJKQIhD9mr6j473SQrRe1hDa0XDpDchhpuMcy4wLhapchtfu3arI6-3UoB9JlG8gaJn-bvZW6xTVeZMWd4M8bAKpu4FssTYVyQyV6vN_zOS-zy6xT0zeLlyQNUr4iJIM2ig8hNiizCL9zGMlr0/s320/20240223_143529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;">‘I am thankful for heavens that in all my instincts I stood Polish.’ </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <b>Friedrich Nietzsche</b></span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-9512414108999094782024-02-25T17:37:00.004+01:002024-02-26T16:18:43.601+01:00Bridge in a Blue Cats drawing by Rina Zenyuk<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36Yxxw2V6yhly8WLhLvKpHQJxyP1Jtnjo6YMyi2_TB2tMNv-RYpxfNhakPi-xnR5ESzJopDc2stnR8UYY6zGGbwi3-zwcrVQLuNo3INCN5Nrx03Q6qlUWdtjcb-Tuf40AF3EZz3sL_zAxfYGjfcMV36VnucHHYqojEHTFf0OZGJ9Gs8mD-doKEd-smsI/s3124/20240119_152351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2138" data-original-width="3124" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36Yxxw2V6yhly8WLhLvKpHQJxyP1Jtnjo6YMyi2_TB2tMNv-RYpxfNhakPi-xnR5ESzJopDc2stnR8UYY6zGGbwi3-zwcrVQLuNo3INCN5Nrx03Q6qlUWdtjcb-Tuf40AF3EZz3sL_zAxfYGjfcMV36VnucHHYqojEHTFf0OZGJ9Gs8mD-doKEd-smsI/s320/20240119_152351.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">"It doesn't matter whether a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b>Deng Xiaoping</b></div></span><p></p></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-82863484918173815552024-02-25T17:25:00.002+01:002024-02-25T17:25:10.333+01:00Bridge over the river Todos Os Antos in Teofilo Otoni, Minas Gerais (Brazil)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUctOX_7sRQspce_SH4OQq9bZHNhkFG1tGtoNgvHs22BWFaTQAWg62Aa6kv253uET6nXp6ckVZ7mzuy1UMjYJMSXPSaLX7tBphv_srQyX_cgYkWZHdfyy1oGCxPhguIxpBW61Ym6dRkHc0T0qZeLaBLDKRpclkZEA-F4acR6qzh8JFCd6SyoCJKcc5Eog/s2342/20231122_161505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1533" data-original-width="2342" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUctOX_7sRQspce_SH4OQq9bZHNhkFG1tGtoNgvHs22BWFaTQAWg62Aa6kv253uET6nXp6ckVZ7mzuy1UMjYJMSXPSaLX7tBphv_srQyX_cgYkWZHdfyy1oGCxPhguIxpBW61Ym6dRkHc0T0qZeLaBLDKRpclkZEA-F4acR6qzh8JFCd6SyoCJKcc5Eog/s320/20231122_161505.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />"Here I will make my Philadelphia!"<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b>Theophilo B. Ottoni</b>,</div><div style="text-align: right;">beofore the founding of this city</div></span><p></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-7558480720035127192024-02-16T16:39:00.002+01:002024-02-22T09:15:29.975+01:00Sartakovsky Railway Bridge over the Oká River near Nijni Nojvorov (Russia)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlOpjF4ApFvY3tfaPJM0NfjEvlvnee3kwEEVcQcNVreM8AcNmYBXAc6LonC915ynjKUs5aQ84ZMXJsoWaSc6wU27o086rsWBsptCnRU7qii9bk7mDii06mxjMTiEJ-IQuqWb5ME8Y0P7KrOelMYih_Hd06Uviul9rRd2aIVpa8shHJpeIFewldiyxnZE/s2292/20231221_180219.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1489" data-original-width="2292" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdlOpjF4ApFvY3tfaPJM0NfjEvlvnee3kwEEVcQcNVreM8AcNmYBXAc6LonC915ynjKUs5aQ84ZMXJsoWaSc6wU27o086rsWBsptCnRU7qii9bk7mDii06mxjMTiEJ-IQuqWb5ME8Y0P7KrOelMYih_Hd06Uviul9rRd2aIVpa8shHJpeIFewldiyxnZE/s320/20231221_180219.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><span style="font-family: arial;">A wind was howling and knew not about whom,<br />inspiring trembling in our heart.<br />a peasant woman walked with milk,<br />walked along the railroad track.<br />But at seven sharp, in due form, <br />tearing in full career from the Oka, <br />having flashed behind the signal-posts, <br />an express train takes off’.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In a poem by <b>Mayakovski</b></span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-21000545765631162192024-02-16T16:37:00.002+01:002024-02-22T09:16:11.973+01:00Bridge over the Vistula River in Ustron, Silesia (Poland)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pxvmSSnxi64WmdXdd399DyXsMtssIJPsa3rfMwF9LwRWVVCHyz7kRIhw4-JhEZF4NdpzNdzgY8vNzahTDQLFyEkXgwpgVpAZa588nemgIQ36WC-2R0TkrkNN6llqZMrMlYMslSFAdFvAzOiN3nnwRCev_kfjMCtyUjdDBxKgZhQGgldn2xeeujdrN7Y/s2180/20231221_180133.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1510" data-original-width="2180" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pxvmSSnxi64WmdXdd399DyXsMtssIJPsa3rfMwF9LwRWVVCHyz7kRIhw4-JhEZF4NdpzNdzgY8vNzahTDQLFyEkXgwpgVpAZa588nemgIQ36WC-2R0TkrkNN6llqZMrMlYMslSFAdFvAzOiN3nnwRCev_kfjMCtyUjdDBxKgZhQGgldn2xeeujdrN7Y/s320/20231221_180133.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Vistula flows and flows,<br />Through the Polish countryside,<br />And for as long as it flows,<br />Poland will not perish.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><b><i><span style="font-family: arial;">The Vistula River</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">song from Poland</span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-46365920799264743392024-01-20T12:29:00.006+01:002024-01-20T12:29:40.359+01:00Titan-RT Bridge over the Rappbode River near Oberharz am Brocken, Saxony Anhalt (Germany)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WEU8doVwWo8QiauBo-akH1m0wFxSW6bVtr7mGIX2tAWC1rngMvhEYVS6lXvMwEKHsmUZPnZM4mvuZ6oeypszQP9MBmmkqXugC2po0fP8trbuxE-lcDgkxHbX4ySX0TgjAeVSVYyQT75coLI20g4JAolZwpo1Jlxrk197Np1pE6YL_5Dz5ILLSHxoScg/s1823/20230929_122825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1292" data-original-width="1823" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8WEU8doVwWo8QiauBo-akH1m0wFxSW6bVtr7mGIX2tAWC1rngMvhEYVS6lXvMwEKHsmUZPnZM4mvuZ6oeypszQP9MBmmkqXugC2po0fP8trbuxE-lcDgkxHbX4ySX0TgjAeVSVYyQT75coLI20g4JAolZwpo1Jlxrk197Np1pE6YL_5Dz5ILLSHxoScg/s320/20230929_122825.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">“The socialist production relations of our workers’ and farmers’ state/The great achievements of the workers, technicians and engineers involved in the construction were the basis for the creation of this work/Recognition and thanks to the builders”<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i style="font-family: arial;">Plaque in the Rappbode dam,</i></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div style="text-align: right;"><i>near this Bridge</i></div></span><p></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-47348510526980292132024-01-20T12:02:00.001+01:002024-01-20T12:02:20.051+01:00Tower Bridge over the Thames River in London (United Kingdom)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyo6ta7ChYF3PfWhAIgRcYhB1mga6afV08lHGJR9mU4al8IoUGTV5lHsUt0YdZtdrkx-gSZkXA4QyjEijQeuO_zSvebz-TP9dlcDd0F52Dl8y9vChU2Ehwg1kluzu7CHwJGCuuuIWJi7tVgySlXCbAdlQYkU53MKdWhi2wyRF7WNIT26d9areB0e0pSYk/s1727/20231221_180413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1180" data-original-width="1727" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyo6ta7ChYF3PfWhAIgRcYhB1mga6afV08lHGJR9mU4al8IoUGTV5lHsUt0YdZtdrkx-gSZkXA4QyjEijQeuO_zSvebz-TP9dlcDd0F52Dl8y9vChU2Ehwg1kluzu7CHwJGCuuuIWJi7tVgySlXCbAdlQYkU53MKdWhi2wyRF7WNIT26d9areB0e0pSYk/s320/20231221_180413.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">London, dodging the rain with broken umbrellas<br />London, readind the Times on Saturday picnics<br />London, counting stars 'till the stars<br />All were gone</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />London, so many plans and nothing but time in<br />London, nothing to fear 'cause nothing could last in London, we grew close we grew scared<br />I moved on<br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Exceprt from <b><i>London</i></b>,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">song by <b>Manilow</b></span></div><p></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-48292713489794449772024-01-20T11:55:00.002+01:002024-02-22T09:17:50.653+01:00Vinh Loi Bridge over a canal in old Hué (Vietnam)<p><span face="Inter, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-size: 16px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLx7dUVQhm1_kwUcBzwd8ETrW8jocnASZa8tz9TpPFmv5Q1YlxmtZBGpCEjoMn4X8T3P0a8u8dmF3uQ8ohW5JfsjwH0bkIZ5y7dK1PX-Q9_Q0M9gjyoqBcX3RkGo_4jvJFRC0gGZ8eqasZCgKm_8f9c3MK2vx34mq7raaYXCrTarDo64sCwynQ7rz2wQ/s1622/20231221_180317.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="1622" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLx7dUVQhm1_kwUcBzwd8ETrW8jocnASZa8tz9TpPFmv5Q1YlxmtZBGpCEjoMn4X8T3P0a8u8dmF3uQ8ohW5JfsjwH0bkIZ5y7dK1PX-Q9_Q0M9gjyoqBcX3RkGo_4jvJFRC0gGZ8eqasZCgKm_8f9c3MK2vx34mq7raaYXCrTarDo64sCwynQ7rz2wQ/s320/20231221_180317.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The authenticity of the Complex of Hue Monuments may be understood through the unique layout of the design of the site, which became the imperial capital of the Vietnam Empire in the 19th and early 20th centuries. The basic architectural and landscape features of the site have been maintained intact since their original construction in the early 19th century CE.</span><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Complex of Hué Monuments as</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>UNESCO World Heritage Site</b></span></div><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-27828692677389786842024-01-15T23:11:00.007+01:002024-01-16T15:18:27.538+01:00Bridge depicted in an Easter card<span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5rtvfSHnkt6bVWUIRXPque0qljKIa7d8wMeR2Bbluve2BEYKwuJMpxG9qMuvK5aLoxAgcZSjJ9dYlkvmUYBepnAped4x4KPJkAsg6-xKRhnT448aGWCvIGJOEtrNEuOK3vZaeaRUe0LTDqfspblC2eColfwiCLpXIEB6apkOZ7qhzVGJPWYkUJ5qkUzw/s2157/20230510_075446.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="2157" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5rtvfSHnkt6bVWUIRXPque0qljKIa7d8wMeR2Bbluve2BEYKwuJMpxG9qMuvK5aLoxAgcZSjJ9dYlkvmUYBepnAped4x4KPJkAsg6-xKRhnT448aGWCvIGJOEtrNEuOK3vZaeaRUe0LTDqfspblC2eColfwiCLpXIEB6apkOZ7qhzVGJPWYkUJ5qkUzw/s320/20230510_075446.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Did you ever see a rabbit, a rabbit, a rabbit?<br />Did you ever see a rabbit, a rabbit on Easter morn?<br />He hops around so quietly<br />And hides all the eggs.<br />Did you ever see a rabbit, on Easter morn?</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Children Easter song</i></span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-51588241768244131532024-01-15T23:04:00.003+01:002024-01-15T23:04:47.139+01:00Kazansky Bridge over the Griboyedov canal in Saint Petersburg (Russia)<span style="font-family: arial;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFdm1Z3dD9rp_C3GkxwKfOSaXLqkx2Lt0oUNs0w3pRAL4sU6hLy2olN6srBc5pH-Na8tx6cLNhcDOQs38J9AStvSgnioXo50qfTCKAjCkLm6M-xneRsOqg5cjg8p8i4piRQI87HQo6uDPUHTiq-cQRdfN_rAxsdiDN9F85ha59J_qtXrUSHbfH-plMYY/s2492/20231221_180147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2492" data-original-width="1520" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFdm1Z3dD9rp_C3GkxwKfOSaXLqkx2Lt0oUNs0w3pRAL4sU6hLy2olN6srBc5pH-Na8tx6cLNhcDOQs38J9AStvSgnioXo50qfTCKAjCkLm6M-xneRsOqg5cjg8p8i4piRQI87HQo6uDPUHTiq-cQRdfN_rAxsdiDN9F85ha59J_qtXrUSHbfH-plMYY/s320/20231221_180147.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><br />"Rarely does one find a place with so many gloomy, intense, and strange influences on the human soul as in St. Petersburg."</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In a novel by <b>Dostoyevski</b></span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-28634954891841895932023-12-29T15:42:00.005+01:002023-12-29T20:19:16.402+01:00Raya Bridge over the Muande brook in Saint Christophe en Oisans, Isére (France)<p class="b-qt qt_183313" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 37px; margin: 0px 0px 15px;"></p><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #101010; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhN0cOjFmO6WX3nFljUuFAlpnGElQgo9jVxY7tr9x-GYagB5LCadMQVFF_6crdinjO2U7mM4Pb4JO7Yo6WNY0Bqf8WI1X33FJPYdoI9q0ERMjp79oVoK7vevPKZ17opIuTnAvnWirDnFbuExEMDNVrZ2FpQ_I7h6Wc5n1bwdnMyB7J3_vxpsBYaa8J8c/s3603/20230720_162057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2597" data-original-width="3603" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhN0cOjFmO6WX3nFljUuFAlpnGElQgo9jVxY7tr9x-GYagB5LCadMQVFF_6crdinjO2U7mM4Pb4JO7Yo6WNY0Bqf8WI1X33FJPYdoI9q0ERMjp79oVoK7vevPKZ17opIuTnAvnWirDnFbuExEMDNVrZ2FpQ_I7h6Wc5n1bwdnMyB7J3_vxpsBYaa8J8c/s320/20230720_162057.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">"If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song."</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: arial;">Carl Perkins</b></div><p></p><br /></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-86097357107407379562023-12-29T00:20:00.003+01:002024-02-22T09:18:35.059+01:00Kho Bridge over one of the canals in old Huê (Vietnam)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-tYxQ91HHzU8RLfvax-xxoEaApfvMPZallfsEVyX2xajhDFFe3cpwI58KPMkywewq0e0dZy1U-eWGST-VrhyphenhyphenYrwZGK39M9dYf0BVkxrzxRpXToJyb6MhoYmObNII3_xl5_nASlXX082lJghyphenhyphengxN1fPYKCSKduKqVte63gMbzmxsWPQY-06Pw7FuHDHM/s1703/20231221_180334.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1119" data-original-width="1703" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-tYxQ91HHzU8RLfvax-xxoEaApfvMPZallfsEVyX2xajhDFFe3cpwI58KPMkywewq0e0dZy1U-eWGST-VrhyphenhyphenYrwZGK39M9dYf0BVkxrzxRpXToJyb6MhoYmObNII3_xl5_nASlXX082lJghyphenhyphengxN1fPYKCSKduKqVte63gMbzmxsWPQY-06Pw7FuHDHM/s320/20231221_180334.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"> In the hundred-year span of a human life,<br />talent and fate are always apt to strife.<br />Through experience of a harrowing change,<br />What we witnessed filled our hearts with tearing pain.<br />‘Tis not a wonder that Heaven gives then takes,<br />And with the fair sex He used to be jealous.</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Beginning of <b><i>The Tale of Kieu</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">poem from old Hue</span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-88065052248861558932023-12-06T11:42:00.003+01:002024-02-22T09:19:04.672+01:00Ann W. Richards Congress Avenue Bridge over the Lady Bird Lake in Austin, Texas (United States)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU9xJfe5Jv1rBf3CzCEQkcMd2_dFFD_w58oFGuu5KKT9DcP7QFpQM0uwO9gbaGlhW8jCO88i-d-tp266Deqhwr9DAxQSqApnZ3vlIG_MhFailUn6JuB-hfD6UfCphUxENG6CCSAZuinRBnejZ0EbXU51AouN7mL2sO4uzi4fiFF2IS1ODipls5PhIouV0/s2393/20231122_161515.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1689" data-original-width="2393" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU9xJfe5Jv1rBf3CzCEQkcMd2_dFFD_w58oFGuu5KKT9DcP7QFpQM0uwO9gbaGlhW8jCO88i-d-tp266Deqhwr9DAxQSqApnZ3vlIG_MhFailUn6JuB-hfD6UfCphUxENG6CCSAZuinRBnejZ0EbXU51AouN7mL2sO4uzi4fiFF2IS1ODipls5PhIouV0/s320/20231122_161515.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">...Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows<br />'Cause that somber-ass shit's not the way I wanna go<br />Put your hands in the air<br />Feel your dead friend's presence<br />Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments<br />With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge<br />And we're summoning the bats so we can live<br />With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge<br />And we're summoning the bats so we can live<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ending of the song <b><i>Bats </i></b>by <b>The Uncluded</b>, </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">inspired in this bridge bats colony</span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-58363397356555446682023-12-06T11:40:00.002+01:002023-12-06T11:45:40.497+01:00Ponte Pênsil (Suspension Bridge) in São Vicente, São Paulo (Brazil)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RC9aNeYGbAN_3-O27uLdNzTyBy-AA0ncd_6VfQ92lTuQRL3h3Pt4WOhjLsILsDk6YpxXF81a1jYlLjiKtgkIfL0VWWFUThCAa1rIQe3VnUvf-RSPRGd91flQrAkhKeexbYSGvFGGuUnYneHplVR-mPJOoJC-vwXUA6xK3UQIiwKQH51i2L4e8d8CqCo/s2342/20231122_161510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1560" data-original-width="2342" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RC9aNeYGbAN_3-O27uLdNzTyBy-AA0ncd_6VfQ92lTuQRL3h3Pt4WOhjLsILsDk6YpxXF81a1jYlLjiKtgkIfL0VWWFUThCAa1rIQe3VnUvf-RSPRGd91flQrAkhKeexbYSGvFGGuUnYneHplVR-mPJOoJC-vwXUA6xK3UQIiwKQH51i2L4e8d8CqCo/s320/20231122_161510.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">“Esta ponte, elegantemente lançada, e que representa um melhoramento de incontestável valor, causa desde o primeiro golpe de vista uma impressão magnífica com o seu todo monumental”<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #800180;">“This bridge, elegantly designed, and which represents an improvement of undeniable value, makes a magnificent impression with its monumental appearance from the first glance”</span></div></span><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Journal <b>O Estado de S. Paulo</b>,<br />in 22th, may 1914</span></p>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-87198121784015705562023-12-06T11:32:00.011+01:002023-12-06T11:46:08.539+01:00Bridge in the West Hill island of the Taihu Lake, near Suzhou, Jiangsu province (China)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCAqSGnu3yjawQSAow-PXHWP_jNpxDe9hzNcU3AQrkoLIVC-IzL6pQApx6xTU1zFlTXpJ2I-fzycXYp0_e6N4ht-cbGrJUlVRvAfXPMDPH0oI6LaKSYiQ1gDjVqcw5cP5Z1skyLdXQ9Nl6Uu9t0ocgpwHYFG_qzoP7RgABICJtnOGNg3rteOBGwZFjfI/s2444/20231122_161459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1736" data-original-width="2444" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCAqSGnu3yjawQSAow-PXHWP_jNpxDe9hzNcU3AQrkoLIVC-IzL6pQApx6xTU1zFlTXpJ2I-fzycXYp0_e6N4ht-cbGrJUlVRvAfXPMDPH0oI6LaKSYiQ1gDjVqcw5cP5Z1skyLdXQ9Nl6Uu9t0ocgpwHYFG_qzoP7RgABICJtnOGNg3rteOBGwZFjfI/s320/20231122_161459.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div> Bloom ahead of hundreds of flowers, <br />Appear in the cold of snow and ice. <br />The frost and the moon are sure to know you,<br />Being the first to see the face of the spring breeze.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;">By chinese poet <b>Xin Qiji</b></span></div>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995988793159178183.post-82732238284242900302023-12-02T23:17:00.003+01:002023-12-02T23:17:54.661+01:00Brooklyn Bridge between Manhattan and Brooklyn in New York (United States)<span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm8rXUr_qXUxYrLENc4CRQ6IYI3nrP-w0Vi4USsaYeGivIOd1Sv2NyF1r6-fBqMCWkOZoxASi_jb0_YDf1jQtU_xKr8qbSsyJGcihhO2BcADQzVhw-0rdl7r1dnzHWw9d-rApd-otX6pM23rbu8_OU_AEogAxV4HUoSmbzCb-aQlTa6DMwo9u_JGkeUI/s2964/20230919_154048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2209" data-original-width="2964" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm8rXUr_qXUxYrLENc4CRQ6IYI3nrP-w0Vi4USsaYeGivIOd1Sv2NyF1r6-fBqMCWkOZoxASi_jb0_YDf1jQtU_xKr8qbSsyJGcihhO2BcADQzVhw-0rdl7r1dnzHWw9d-rApd-otX6pM23rbu8_OU_AEogAxV4HUoSmbzCb-aQlTa6DMwo9u_JGkeUI/s320/20230919_154048.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />“In childhood the daylight always fails too soon - except when there are going to be fireworks.”<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b>Jan Struther</b></div></span>davidlozoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907617662823825547noreply@blogger.com