The worn wings of glorious days
will never forget how to fly.
The true stories turn into tales,
while children's eyes reflect the sky.
Kopott szárnyak
Repülni vágyó megkopott szárnyak,
a fényes napokról álmodnak még.
Történeteik mesékké válnak,
míg gyermek szemekben kéklik az ég.
I took these shots with my phone in Aeropark, Budapest.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aeropark
Skywatch Friday
It recalls me a book I read when i was a child, telling the story of a littele boy who wanted to be a airplaine pilot. Nice pictures
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Beautiful shots and skies. Something about those old vintage planes is intriguing to me. Love that last photo!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! I find them fascinating too. :-)
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Wonderful shots and words!
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lovely words and beautiful shots
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Bei diesen schönen Aufnahmen möchte ich mich am liebsten selbst in die Lüfte schwingen.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this lovely comment, dear Lieselotte! ✈
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Love all of your photographs and the words go so well.
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All the best Jan
Thank you very much, dear Jan!
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