Гостенка на Царя

Царска гара или там, където са пристигали гостите на цар Фердинанд I. Място, на което влаковете са пристигали без разписание, а човекопотока се е състоял само от аристократи, крале, царе и придворни. Построена през първото десетилетие на ХХ век.

Директна връзка до Резиденция Врана посредством теснолинейка.


Обект: Царска гара

Модел: Nika

Адрес: ул. Околовръстна №20, Казичане

Снимки: 26.01.2019г.

Апарат: Canon 30D, обектив: EF 50mm f/1.8 STM



  You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It’s a place for disappearing, you’d said, a place for getting lost… and for getting found.

I’ll take you there, you’d said.

And I could say that I agreed.

Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor



   She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

― F. Scott Fitzgerald



  Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own



  She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.

― Roman Payne



  A dame that knows the ropes isn’t likely to get tied up.

― Mae West



  Do not judge a woman on her knees – 
you never know how tall she is when she stands!

― Mie Hansson, Where Pain Thrives


  Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds






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