I met King Julien. Here's a selfie he took with my smartphone: 
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I met King Julien. Here's a selfie he took with my smartphone:
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Were you in Madagascar?
Were you in Madagascar?
No 🙁. I Met him in a zoo in Spain. He ate A LOT of raisins
Today I encountered a female moose 🫎
Today I encountered a female moose 🫎
😮😮😮😮
Wing-dust in the Fragrance
The air is thick and hot,like a slow, fragrant current.In the heavy aroma of marsh Labrador teaand the salty breath of seaweed,a quiet, invisible motion begins.Shadows detach from the hot bark of the tree trunksas the night moths open their wings.
They dance over the calm of the lake,circling water lilies like small ghosts.Hawk moths pierce soft holes into the air,their wings a mere rapid vibrationamong the dried sand couch-grass.On the sand of the seashore, where wild resin scents the air,geometer moths rise into the sky as a thousand-headed cloud.
This is their only, burning moment.The fine, silvery dust of the moths' wingsmingles with the scent of salty air and sweet marsh-water.They dance without a sound, without a rush,in a tropical night that is too warm to die,too fragrant to stand still.
Wing-dust in the Fragrance
The air is thick and hot,like a slow, fragrant current.In the heavy aroma of marsh Labrador teaand the salty breath of seaweed,a quiet, invisible motion begins.Shadows detach from the hot bark of the tree trunksas the night moths open their wings.
They dance over the calm of the lake,circling water lilies like small ghosts.Hawk moths pierce soft holes into the air,their wings a mere rapid vibrationamong the dried sand couch-grass.On the sand of the seashore, where wild resin scents the air,geometer moths rise into the sky as a thousand-headed cloud.
This is their only, burning moment.The fine, silvery dust of the moths' wingsmingles with the scent of salty air and sweet marsh-water.They dance without a sound, without a rush,in a tropical night that is too warm to die,too fragrant to stand still.
Really beautiful @QueenOfRaccoons!!! 😊🥰🙏
Birthday poem for @Pennarossa2024
Sorridi sempre al tempo che va,la tua vita sia piena di felicità.Buon compleanno a te,giorni felici auguro a te.
Buon compleanno Lorenzo! 🥳🎂🎁
Grazie @QueenOfRaccoons Miss Borboleta 🦋. Però oggi non è il mio compleanno. C'è stato un errore. Molte grazie per la tua poesia 🌹💫⭐🌟✨⚡
🇬🇧 Scent of strawberries, magic of a summer night,
the best time of life, relaxing and bright.
Warm waves, gold of the sun,
wishing you a wonderful summer and lots of fun!
🇮🇹 Profumo di fragole, magia della notte d'estate,
il momento migliore, ore rilassate.Onde calde, l'oro del sole splendente,
ti auguro un'estate stupenda ja divertente!
🇬🇧 Scent of strawberries, magic of a summer night,
the best time of life, relaxing and bright.
Warm waves, gold of the sun,
wishing you a wonderful summer and lots of fun!
🇮🇹 Profumo di fragole, magia della notte d'estate,
il momento migliore, ore rilassate.
Onde calde, l'oro del sole splendente,
ti auguro un'estate stupenda ja divertente!
🍓 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓
🇬🇧 The lap of nature is warm and bright,
The mind is carefree, free and light.
The school doors close, the year is done,
And daily life turns into fun!
All worries now can fade away,
As summer sings its songs today.
The days are filled with brilliant light,
And hearts are burning with delight.
Barefoot across the grass we race,
To pick the berries, find our place.
The finest time is starting now,
With summer's joy upon our brow!
🇮🇹 Della natura il grembo è caloroso, il cuore è libero e gioioso.
La scuola chiude le sue porte,
l'avventura è la nostra sorte!
Ogni pensiero puoi scordare,
quando l'estate sta per cantare.
I giorni son pieni di luce pura,
la gioia nel petto è grande e dura.
A piedi scalzi sull'erba a correre,
tra boschi e prati a raccogliere.
Inizia adesso il tempo più bello,
che accende gli occhi come un gioiello!
Drink two cups of coffee on the way to work.
Just like momma used to do
Never thought I'd grow up to be Just like you.
What if life were an open book.
You could judge it by the cover, never give it a second look.
Lately I just hang around the house ...
because money talks and I'm as quiet as church mouse...
nobody's listening anyway.
And Life is filled, with loneliness and pain.
And I'm waiting for the sun to come out and dry up all the rain ...
🇬🇧 The lap of nature is warm and bright,
The mind is carefree, free and light.
The school doors close, the year is done,
And daily life turns into fun!All worries now can fade away,
As summer sings its songs today.
The days are filled with brilliant light,
And hearts are burning with delight.Barefoot across the grass we race,
To pick the berries, find our place.
The finest time is starting now,
With summer's joy upon our brow!
🇮🇹 Della natura il grembo è caloroso, il cuore è libero e gioioso.
La scuola chiude le sue porte,
l'avventura è la nostra sorte!Ogni pensiero puoi scordare,
quando l'estate sta per cantare.
I giorni son pieni di luce pura,
la gioia nel petto è grande e dura.A piedi scalzi sull'erba a correre,
tra boschi e prati a raccogliere.
Inizia adesso il tempo più bello,
che accende gli occhi come un gioiello!
Brava 🏆
🦝 Poem about Jimothy 🦝
In every tale, a charming treat.
He strolls along without a neck,
Keeping all his cares in check.
He’s Jimothy, Seattle’s pride and crown,
The roundest king of the garbage town.
No worries weigh on his crooked spine,
Though nature drew a shorter line.
He needs no wealth, nor degrees to flaunt,
With clever paws, he gets what he wants.
Nurtured by mother, by siblings led,
A giant, round path is the one he treads.
You won your honors and Mariners Night,
Building a bridge of fan delight.
Even NASA looks down from space to see:
The roundest hero there ever could be.
So run now, free, through the city block,
You taught us all as you rocked the dock:
Though a spine is compressed and a bit compressed,
A beautiful mark can still be left.
🐰 Morning Hoppers and the Songbird 🐦
A thrush played the morning’s finest tune,As two bunnies leaped away too soon.Soft little paws found speed from the ground,Such joy in this beautiful morning was found.
They waved their tails from behind the brush,Nature sharing happiness in the morning hush.My step grew lighter, a smile on my face,I wished good morning to the whole wide place.
🇫🇮 Runo mustikkapiirakka mutakakusta
Uunista nousee tuoksu niin syvä,tänään on syntynyt jotakin hyvää.Sydän on pehmeä, suklainen, tumma,mutakakun taika ja liitto niin kumma.
Metsän siniset helmet sen päällä,loistavat kauniisti pilvisellä säällä.Rapsakka reuna kuin piirakan muisto,kielellä herää jo marjainen puisto.
Lohkeaa lohko, niin mehevä, suuri,tämä on leivonnan mestariteos juuri.Lusikassa sulavat vastakohdat nää,hetki joka mielen ja kielenkin säväyttää.
Kylmä jäätelö ja kastike vaniljan,kruunaavat lopputuloksen ihastelevan.Lämmin suklaa ja marja kohtaa viileyden,luoden lautaselle täydellisen hetken.
🇬🇧 Poem about blueberry pie mud cake
An aroma so deep rises up from the heat,Today I have baked such a wonderful treat.The center is soft, rich, chocolatey, dark,A mud cake creation that leaves its own mark.
The blue gems of forest are resting on top,A vision of beauty that makes the world stop.With a crispy-baked crust like a pie from a dream,It tastes like a stroll by a wild berry stream.
A slice now is cut, so delicious and grand,The finest masterpiece baked by my hand.Opposites melt on the spoon, pure delight,A moment that shines so incredibly bright.
Cold ice cream and custard, a vanilla embrace,Crown this creation with perfect sweet grace.Warm chocolate and berries meet coolness so divine,Creating a moment where all stars align.
🇫🇮 Runo matcha kaneli pullakranssista
Uunista nousi tuoksu herkkä,vihreä ja syvän lämmin.Siinä kohtas kaksi maailmaa,toinen itää, toinen kotoisampi.
Käsissäsi taipui taikina,ympyräksi sulkeutuen.Vihreä matcha ja ruskea kaneli,kierteissä loistaen, kohoten.
Eilinen ilta toi tuoksun mukanansa,pöydälle kauniin kranssin.Makuhermoja hivelevä taideteos,kahvipöydän uusi tanssi.
Nyt pulla on pehmeää, ehkä jo syöty,mutta muisto on makea ja vihreä.Sait aikaan jotain uutta ja hyvää,leipurin työtä niin herkkää.
🇬🇧 Poem about matcha cinnamon braided bread wreath
The aroma rose so soft and sweet,A deep and vibrant green.Two worlds inside a circle meet,A taste you’ve never seen.
The dough was shaped by gentle hands,Into a perfect ring.Where matcha green and cinnamon strandsA lovely contrast bring.
Last evening brought that fragrant air,A wreath upon the plate.A work of art beyond compare,To style and celebrate.
Perhaps it’s gone, or pieces stay,The memory’s rich and bright.You made a brand new treat today,A baker’s pure delight.
