#perros

[welele]

Rulito

#rulito #perros #nombres #w3

[viejospellejos]

#video #sfw #perro #perros #dog #dogs #animalicos #animales #animals #lol #xd #humor #fail #fails #pets

[anthonyconh]

#perros #frases #citas #texto #amor #escritos

[doniabatata]

Cuando me pierdo un poco, busco en las pequeñas cosas que me gustan para encontrarme ✨

#illustration #ilustracion #dogs #friends #amistad #perros

[sinfonia-relativa]

Me resulta difícil creer que existen personas que no se cautivan con la mirada de un perro, con su simple andar o compañía, cuando ellos son puro amor, pura inocencia. ¿Será que le temen al amor? ¿A sentir? Si algunas personas pudieran entender el significado que para mi en mi vida tiene un perro, el sentido que le logran dar; todo el amor que guardan en su andar...

B. Owl🦉

#escritos #notas #frases #citas #sinfonia-relativa #b.owl #diciembre 2023 #amor #vida #lomito #perros #inocencia

[grungeouttakesabstracts]

Furry face

Madrid, Spain -- 2/10/11

#fotografía #fotografía original #original photography #photographers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #photography #madrid #dog #dogs #perro #perros #doors #puertas #windows #ventanas

[xanticonceptivox]

Cómo le podía explicar a la única persona que quería una vida conmigo, que yo ya no quería vivir la mia.

#citas #insomnio #textos #dolor #escritos #frases #me siento triste #olvido #autoconocimiento #autoestima #muerte #soledad #solocomparto #traicion #trauma #pensamientos tristes #perros #amores #frases de amor #amor #abrazos #me siento muy mal #cosas que escribo #no se que estoy haciendo #frases en español #escritos de amor #escritos de dolor #una chica escribiendo #notas #noche de insomnio

[pocketdays]

Sevilla, Febrero 2024

#snapshot #street #street photography #sevilla #spain #portrait #dog #dogs #perros #pets #animals #dogphotography #low angle shot #monochrome #black and white #b&w #canon eos m #canon

[wgm-beautiful-world]

#best friends #mejores amigos #dogs #perros #cat #gato #taking a nap #tomando una siesta #sleeping #durmiendo

[cuando-fingi-quererte]

¿Quieres ser la mamá de mi perrhija? 🐶🖤

*enviar*

#perrhija #🐶 #🐕 #dog #amores #cuando fingí quererte #mae #🖤🖤🖤 #in love #cachorro #perritos #perros

[murallamuerta]

No sé que hay en este link.

#español #frase #cita #texto #humor #divertido #entretenido #letras #frases #humor grafico #dog #perro #perros #minutos #bueno #animales #citas #textos #vida

[welele]

#perros #robar #w3

[viejospellejos]

#video #perro #perros #fail #fails #shiba #shiba inu #dog #dogs #doggo #lol #xd #humor

[anthonyconh]

#imágenes #frio #perros #sarcasmo #amigos #invierno

[amante-detu-sonrisa]

Abraza a tu mascota, llenate de su pelito, escucha su corazón, ese si late por ti.

#citas #frases #escritos #amor #desamor #textos #citas en español #versos #verdades #macostas #perros #gatos

[shinyfire-0]

In chapter 5 of The Phantom of the Opera - The Enchanted Violin - Raoul and Christine meet at Perros and spend some time together talking in the moonlight on the heath overlooking the sea. The text is from the de Mattos translation, available online.

‘Raoul walked away, dejectedly, to the graveyard in which the church stood and was indeed alone among the tombs, reading the inscriptions; but, when he turned behind the apse, he was suddenly struck by the dazzling note of the flowers that straggled over the white ground. They were marvelous red roses that had blossomed in the morning, in the snow, giving a glimpse of life among the dead, for death was all around him. It also, like the flowers, issued from the ground, which had flung back a number of its corpses. Skeletons and skulls by the hundred were heaped against the wall of the church, held in position by a wire that left the whole gruesome stack visible. Dead men's bones, arranged in rows, like bricks, to form the first course upon which the walls of the sacristy had been built. The door of the sacristy opened in the middle of that bony structure, as is often seen in old Breton churches.

Raoul said a prayer for Daae and then, painfully impressed by all those eternal smiles on the mouths of skulls, he climbed the slope and sat down on the edge of the heath overlooking the sea. The wind fell with the evening. Raoul was surrounded by icy darkness, but he did not feel the cold. It was here, he remembered, that he used to come with little Christine to see the Korrigans dance at the rising of the moon. He had never seen any, though his eyes were good, whereas Christine, who was a little shortsighted, pretended that she had seen many. He smiled at the thought and then suddenly gave a start. A voice behind him said:

"Do you think the Korrigans will come this evening?"

It was Christine. He tried to speak. She put her gloved hand on his mouth.

"Listen, Raoul. I have decided to tell you something serious, very serious ... Do you remember the legend of the Angel of Music?"’

(the photo shows heath and the pink granite rocks looking down to the sea at Perros-Guirec. But it was taken on a bright sunny day, not a moonlit night in winter)

Christine then tells Raoul all about the Angel of Music who visits her in her room, and who has been sent by her father. When Raoul is sceptical about this, Christine runs away into the night. Raoul follows her but instead of going back to her room at the Inn she goes to the church where, as Raoul tells M Milfroid, the commissary of police, a few weeks later:

‘“She knelt down by her father's grave, made the sign of the cross and began to pray. At that moment, it struck midnight. At the last stroke, I saw Mlle. Daae life{sic} her eyes to the sky and stretch out her arms as though in ecstasy. I was wondering what the reason could be, when I myself raised my head and everything within me seemed drawn toward the invisible, WHICH WAS PLAYING THE MOST PERFECT MUSIC! Christine and I knew that music; we had heard it as children. But it had never been executed with such divine art, even by M. Daae. I remembered all that Christine had told me of the Angel of Music. The air was The Resurrection of Lazarus, which old M. Daae used to play to us in his hours of melancholy and of faith. If Christine's Angel had existed, he could not have played better, that night, on the late musician's violin. When the music stopped, I seemed to hear a noise from the skulls in the heap of bones; it was as though they were chuckling and I could not help shuddering."’

I took these photos of the church at Perros-Guirec (Église Saint-Jacques) in a hurry. I was with some people who kept getting in the way! and I was trying to look calm and collected while I took in the atmosphere of the place. I think all the graves in the graveyard were removed many years ago.

Finally, did Leroux take inspiration from the noseless Saint Guirec, whose shrine can be found just around the headland?

(from Wikipedia!) 'L'Oratoire de Saint-Guirec stands in the bay at Ploumanac'h with a chapel on the facing beach. Female pilgrims have come for centuries to call upon the prayerful intercession of the monk saint for their seafaring husbands' safety. Young women also come to ask Guirec's prayers that they would soon find a husband. The tradition of putting a pin in the nose of the saint's statue is said to encourage Guirec to acquire the blessing of a marriage within one year for the young pilgrim.'

(thank you to @paperandsong who made me go and find him!)

There is a beautiful beach at St Guirec's shrine and I imagined Christine having a little swim there.

Here is a map to show you where all these places are in relation to each other

#phantom of the opera #poto #erik x christine #gaston leroux #le fantôme de l'opéra #scenes from poto #perros-guirec #the enchanted violin #perros