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TimeMaster

I'm an admirer of Pablo Neruda's poetry and Serrat's songs. Walt Whitman made me a path of Leaves of Grass, to reach the edge of infinity. Since then I am a citizen of the world.

Joined March 2019 11 Followers

TimeMaster

A summer night's dream 02

11 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

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A summer night's dream 01

11 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

Original Art by @timemaster My PlayList

Columbus Park in Santo Domingo

11 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

Original photography by @timemaster

Independence Park in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

11 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

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Old Hostos Street in the Colonial Zone

10 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

Original Digital Art by @timemaster

Roses in the Botanical Garden

9 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

Original photo by @timemaster

Poem 7

9 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

I'll go back to the place where I oncemy words undressed the spring,while your skincaressed the butterflies. There, in a night that became eternalyour lips knew mine. No more tears were necessary,or sounds getting lost in the afternoon.My eyes were t...

Street Photography

5 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

A street in the Colonial Zone of the city of Santo Domingo de Guzmán. First city of America. Declared by the UNESCO Patrimony of the Humanity. Original Photo by Timemaster

Poem 6

5 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

Two steps beyond silence,I'm painting the dawn of dreams.So much pain terrifies me,so much useless warfare. We are going to weave the world with songs,with flowers that scare away hatred.May the only shot be the sound of your kisses. Image Source: P...

Poem 5

4 Apr 2019 1 minute read comments TimeMaster

I've known the sad deathof the nightfall.The majestic astonishment of the sunrise. My fingers slipped through theface of time,rummaging through her hairI met the agony of the evening. Time is nothing more than that,a word.In the end there is only sil...