This is a really powerful image, if you are able to see the meaning behind it. I strongly suggest to view the high-res.
Thank you Mikhail Shlemov for these adorable little penguins. Wonderful shot!
![Two Lonely Penguins - The Sands of Time [beautiful picture]](http://www.furrytalk.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/13.jpg)
Silence isn’t the absence of sound, but the echo of wisdom…
A winter with snow isn’t the lack of sunshine and heat, but the fulfillment of the soul.
![Owl in Winter [snowy picture and wise words]](http://www.furrytalk.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/12.jpg)
In the Northern hemisphere autumn arrived for a while already and it spreads its colors everywhere. If you ignore the cold and windy weather in some days, you can really enjoy this season. Here’s some of the things fall has to offer.
Autumn Time

Time is free, but it’s priceless. You can’t own it, but you can use it. You can’t keep it, but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.

A horse is the projection of peoples’ dreams about themselves – strong, powerful, beautiful – and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence. – Pam Brown

“When a man wants to murder a tiger, he calls it sport; when the tiger wants to murder him, he calls it ferocity. The distinction between crime and justice is no greater.” – George Bernard
Posted on : 18-08-2010 | By : Giulia | In : Other Animals
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Every being has a soul and needs attention…

Every soul needs comfort and love…

Having a pet is not like having a toy…

Having a pet is like having a good friend…

And it only needs what it can give…unconditioned love ♥

Your skin glows like a fresh cherry,
Blossoms tasty as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your crystal clear voice
And leaps like a young colt at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great butterfly wing.
I am comforted by your hat that I carry into the twilight of songbeams.
I hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sorrow.
As my eyes fall from my old scarf, it reminds me of your love.
In the quiet, I listen for the last note of the day.
My heated arms leap to yours.
I wait in the moonlight for our secret sign
So that we may run as one, arms to arms,
In search of the magnificent, pure and mystical love.