Description Time laps recording while blooming of a red rose. Zeitraffer Aufnahme einer blühenden roten Rose.rose, mpeg3, time, lapse, timelapse, blooming, bloom, flower, Blume, blüht, zeitraffer, Aufnahme, Animation, rote, redflower red rose bloominghttp://gdata.youtube.com/feeds/api/videos/pTVmEJMetYg2009-01-30T05:26:19.000Z2012-04-06T03:39:42.000ZDawn and Dusk (song by Suchandra dasi)This is a song I wrote long ago and recorded on garageband today. The song is mine, but the images are from different places on the net. The blooming rose I attribute to this youtube user www.youtube.com (it's very beautiful) The whilted rose is from this flickr user www.flickr.comSuChandrakantahttp://gdata.youtube.com/feeds/api/users/SuChandrakantaKeaau HawaiiNonprofitThis is a song I wrote long ago and recorded on garageband today. The song is mine, but the images are from different places on the net. The blooming rose I attribute to this youtube user www.youtube.com (it's very beautiful) The whilted rose is from this flickr user www.flickr.comkrishna, song, reincarnation, past, lives, samsar, cycles, life, hare, hindu, sad, spiritual, religious, prayer, vaishnava, narayan, maharajDawn and Dusk (song by Suchandra dasi)http://gdata.youtube.com/feeds/api/videos/AYKYjFGKWj42010-02-19T04:59:24.000Z2012-04-19T02:59:12.000ZAging DeathTime ages us, and kills us. If you had once single day of health, if you were dying, and were granted one day of perfect health, what would you do? Thanks to... www.youtube.com ckpenny for the clouds... www.youtube.com rulivede for the beautiful rose and www.youtube.com kendavisdvd for the absolutely stunning rainforest and Yoshira Brothers for the amazing... traditional Japanese song. And finally, thanks to myself for my amazing voice :D "Time itself is a concept, a thin movement of matter that ripples around us and flows through our body and air, flowing in and out of our lungs with an endless ripple to every movement. To me, time is like matter, you cannot see it no matter how you look at it but it is there; moving along with your every curve, flowing between the skins of your lips. Like a milky white energy vapor that is mixed individually with every aura out in the world. Every minute of every day the clock of time is ticking, non-stop noise continuously rippling our vapor of time. Even in death the vapor of time is still aging our flesh, never to be repeated again. With one day of perfect health, I think I would do what most would consider a normal day; boring, maybe. I would want to be a kid again, to play with my friends, to blow bubbles and poor large amounts of food coloring into our open mouths. To lay under the sun, clouds blowing past overhead and the wind combing our hair. Laughter echoing through the trees. Life is a serious of unfortunate events, and not <b>...</b>BloodPrincessEXhttp://gdata.youtube.com/feeds/api/users/BloodPrincessEXTravelTime ages us, and kills us. If you had once single day of health, if you were dying, and were granted one day of perfect health, what would you do? Thanks to... www.youtube.com ckpenny for the clouds... www.youtube.com rulivede for the beautiful rose and www.youtube.com kendavisdvd for the absolutely stunning rainforest and Yoshira Brothers for the amazing... traditional Japanese song. And finally, thanks to myself for my amazing voice :D "Time itself is a concept, a thin movement of matter that ripples around us and flows through our body and air, flowing in and out of our lungs with an endless ripple to every movement. To me, time is like matter, you cannot see it no matter how you look at it but it is there; moving along with your every curve, flowing between the skins of your lips. Like a milky white energy vapor that is mixed individually with every aura out in the world. Every minute of every day the clock of time is ticking, non-stop noise continuously rippling our vapor of time. Even in death the vapor of time is still aging our flesh, never to be repeated again. With one day of perfect health, I think I would do what most would consider a normal day; boring, maybe. I would want to be a kid again, to play with my friends, to blow bubbles and poor large amounts of food coloring into our open mouths. To lay under the sun, clouds blowing past overhead and the wind combing our hair. Laughter echoing through the trees. Life is a serious of unfortunate events, and not <b>...</b>
