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Behind Closed Doors

Sisyphus47:

Our futures in their hands…

Originally posted on Steve McCurry’s Blog:

The women came from different countries with the same dream:
to leave behind the poverty of their villages.
But instead of working as domestic help, they found themselves in a kind of prison,
employed by people who treated them like something less than human.
One was stabbed with a knife, another doused in boiling…

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Κίρκη”“” 
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Κίρκη”“” 

colored pencils and watercolor on paper

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Κίρκη ”“” 
colored pencils and watercolor on paper
© Charles Swann 2014

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Κίρκη ”“” 

colored pencils and watercolor on paper

© Charles Swann 2014

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Si vous n’avez rien à me dire,Pourquoi venir auprès de moi ?Pourquoi me faire ce sourire,Qui tournerait la tête au roi ?
If you have nothing to tell me,Why do you draw near?Why give me that smileThat would turn a monarch’s head?
Victor Hugo

Si vous n’avez rien à me dire,
Pourquoi venir auprès de moi ?
Pourquoi me faire ce sourire,
Qui tournerait la tête au roi ?

If you have nothing to tell me,
Why do you draw near?
Why give me that smile
That would turn a monarch’s head?

Victor Hugo

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#DailyPrompt: Finite Creatures…

#DailyPrompt: Finite Creatures…

To the end of the nightThe boy took the bandages off his fists: his knuckles were red and the skin split on both hands: he smiled to himself, and,  with a timid smile, told his sparring friend:

“Now is the time while we think ourselves unbreakable!”

His friend put a hand on the boy’s shoulder, and replied:

“But we know, we are mortal, and this ring is our path to the hill, where the cross stands…”

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Frantisek Drtikol

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Sarah Bernhardt, 1980
Andy Warhol

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Sarah Bernhardt, 1980

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