I walk in Kowloon
I can feel the old city
The place of despair.
A world apart where people
Looked for artificial lights
Kowloon
23 Tuesday Dec 2014
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You are always one of my very favorites, Esther. Such a fantastic artist you are. Happy Holidays.
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Well Thank-You for all your wonderful posts this year. I want to wish you a Merry Xmas and a Wonderfully blessed New-Year ❤
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Very moving.
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Reblogged this on Amber Danette and commented:
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Such a great image. I have been “kowloon side” and this painting has nailed it perfectly.
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Hello Esther
I wish you and your family a reflective Christmas season and a happy New Year!
With love ❤ from Lis
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Walls can remember
And so can the underground :
And we learn from them.
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Les tours immobiles
sont encerclées par les courbes
des voix qui résonnent.
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Great picture! It’s just missing the scaffolding made from bamboo poles!
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Where did those people go?
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They move to other parts of the territory.
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So they are more like pepper, still there, still noticeable, just spread out and spicy?
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