tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78569596626190221952011-04-21T12:02:05.526-07:00AN ONLINE DIARY DOCUMENTING THE JEWELLERY OF ELENA KODCIElena Kodcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14752961725934163473noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856959662619022195.post-53832519003848739702009-02-12T14:55:00.000-08:002009-02-12T14:58:31.966-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP70cxZi8TQ/SZSpNFrmZnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xth9AT10H1c/s1600-h/Prova+777-3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP70cxZi8TQ/SZSpNFrmZnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xth9AT10H1c/s400/Prova+777-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302048703650358898" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7856959662619022195-5383251900384873970?l=elenakodci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elena Kodcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14752961725934163473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856959662619022195.post-55422507334286810272009-02-09T15:42:00.000-08:002009-02-09T15:44:00.106-08:00Three bubbles from the bowl, bubbly boiled.<br /><br />Inside of Neptune’s Temple… The lowest pit of the abyss…<br /><br />The box near Pandora’s<br /><br />Depends on luxuries<br /><br />However Bubbles<br /><br />As time travels…<br /><br /><br />Time does life.<br />It affects you, only symbolize others<br /><br />Runs into the dark, yet colorize you <br /><br />For shiny whishes, with the purples<br />For creative touches, with the pinky dots, <br />For elephants, for pineapples, for fox terriers <br />Breathe upon it, and bring the ancient!<br /><br />By awakening your hunger… <br />Gives - birth to a season <br />And sometimes, names to a dog.<br /><br />A bundle of energy, made this love and magic.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7856959662619022195-5542250733428681027?l=elenakodci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elena Kodcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14752961725934163473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856959662619022195.post-30675228832642462652009-02-09T15:38:00.001-08:002009-02-09T15:41:34.650-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bP70cxZi8TQ/SZC-fYmaEzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M_z2k1Wtbs4/s1600-h/Prova+777-2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bP70cxZi8TQ/SZC-fYmaEzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M_z2k1Wtbs4/s400/Prova+777-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300946207803839282" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7856959662619022195-3067522883264246265?l=elenakodci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elena Kodcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14752961725934163473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856959662619022195.post-14230062089776825712009-02-09T15:29:00.000-08:002009-02-09T15:45:17.647-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bP70cxZi8TQ/SZC9pTOT31I/AAAAAAAAAII/XB63OYgDw0U/s1600-h/Prova+777-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bP70cxZi8TQ/SZC9pTOT31I/AAAAAAAAAII/XB63OYgDw0U/s400/Prova+777-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300945278647656274" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7856959662619022195-1423006208977682571?l=elenakodci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elena Kodcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14752961725934163473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7856959662619022195.post-64839760040518827902009-02-09T15:21:00.000-08:002009-02-09T15:24:13.037-08:00<strong>Once upon a time there were fairytales, stories, fables and myths.<br /><br />Among them we need harmony.<br /><br />And a little rumor.<br /><br />Makes us hail to the sun.<br /><br />A little bubble-sense, for a lead…<br /><br />Makes us travel.<br /><br />Makes us dream. To change and like the change itself.<br /><br />Like all the possibilities, makes us well.<br /><br />Dancing in this bowl… Being light… Belonging to a holy tight<br />Being airy… Being light… Flitting away, just so easily…<br /><br />Holy Bubbles, make us wings!<br />Wings to fly, dreams to follow, loves to send!<br />The new way to show them, it’s the popping, <br /><br />That makes you rise of the pebbles <br />Just to say: <br /><br />“I love Bubbles”</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7856959662619022195-6483976004051882790?l=elenakodci.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elena Kodcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14752961725934163473noreply@blogger.com0