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All rights reserved. es https://www.cizucu.com/assets/favicons/favicon.ico #080c4c <![CDATA[Una flor rosa junto a un pequeño banco con bloques que dicen ON AIR frente a una pared blanca | Kayokophotos]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/EbZjw2fFBd8EhUmkosKf Kayokophotos https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/IUbs7jahEYbndc8QOID3urDBGus1 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/EbZjw2fFBd8EhUmkosKf Mon, 04 Mar 2024 02:56:50 GMT 2024-11-21T21:50:06+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/EbZjw2fFBd8EhUmkosKf.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[オンエアー　放送中 #オンエアー　#放送中　#ラジオ | RobotoNico]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/vPOk3P5f6a2LHSuobQXf RobotoNico https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/TCJUyFrfyyZf1czz2iwNd8l1nyh2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/vPOk3P5f6a2LHSuobQXf Tue, 23 Jul 2024 14:09:15 GMT 2024-07-31T17:00:07+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/vPOk3P5f6a2LHSuobQXf.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Un pequeño banco con bloques que dicen 'ON AIR' junto a una flor rosa | Kayokophotos]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ljhpwk0rRWKGhGFn807W Kayokophotos https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/IUbs7jahEYbndc8QOID3urDBGus1 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ljhpwk0rRWKGhGFn807W Mon, 04 Mar 2024 02:56:50 GMT 2024-11-21T21:50:06+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ljhpwk0rRWKGhGFn807W.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Climbing on the air | ryo]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/YOg1Liv8eMNqxOs0Etxv ryo https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/1ShzJ1hpJ7WCenTXPr8mytVwpd83 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/YOg1Liv8eMNqxOs0Etxv Thu, 05 Feb 2026 16:26:43 GMT 2026-02-06T03:01:26+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/YOg1Liv8eMNqxOs0Etxv.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A massive cargo ship lies stranded on the quiet Tainan shore. The beach stretches empty under a muted sky, waves gently lapping at the hull, as if the world has forgotten this giant. Salted air mixes with the faint rust of metal, and in the stillness, the ship feels like a solitary monument, suspended between land and sea. | Lawrence Liou]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH Lawrence Liou https://www.cizucu.com/es/momoliou https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH Sat, 28 Mar 2026 21:23:56 GMT 2026-03-29T03:02:37+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Climbing on the air | ryo]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/YOg1Liv8eMNqxOs0Etxv ryo https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/1ShzJ1hpJ7WCenTXPr8mytVwpd83 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/YOg1Liv8eMNqxOs0Etxv Thu, 05 Feb 2026 16:26:43 GMT 2026-02-05T16:26:43+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/YOg1Liv8eMNqxOs0Etxv.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Longing is created by unanswered questions, sketching invisible doorways in the thin air.  Ordinary afternoons turn into constellations of possibility; silence becomes sacred. Once I stood on solid ground. The allure of unanswered possibility lingers throughout the universe.  | The Monochromatic Society]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bQO2TQiqeUBIOLT3b8jq The Monochromatic Society https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/P7rAItiV10cIu7YIF8lT26YypiK2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bQO2TQiqeUBIOLT3b8jq Fri, 20 Feb 2026 22:20:49 GMT 2026-02-20T22:20:49+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/bQO2TQiqeUBIOLT3b8jq.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[Longing is created by unanswered questions, sketching invisible doorways in the thin air.  Ordinary afternoons turn into constellations of possibility; silence becomes sacred. Once I stood on solid ground. The allure of unanswered possibility lingers throughout the universe.  | The Monochromatic Society]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bQO2TQiqeUBIOLT3b8jq The Monochromatic Society https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/P7rAItiV10cIu7YIF8lT26YypiK2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bQO2TQiqeUBIOLT3b8jq Fri, 20 Feb 2026 22:20:49 GMT 2026-02-20T22:21:09+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/bQO2TQiqeUBIOLT3b8jq.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A massive cargo ship lies stranded on the quiet Tainan shore. The beach stretches empty under a muted sky, waves gently lapping at the hull, as if the world has forgotten this giant. Salted air mixes with the faint rust of metal, and in the stillness, the ship feels like a solitary monument, suspended between land and sea. | Lawrence Liou]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH Lawrence Liou https://www.cizucu.com/es/momoliou https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH Sat, 28 Mar 2026 21:23:56 GMT 2026-03-28T21:23:56+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/UnayETiolFkVNPJRdLUH.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[March, Unlived I left before the thaw could speak, before the sidewalks loosened their grip on salt and silence. In the country where I am from, March is a quiet revolution— not loud, not certain, but felt in the soft rebellion of light lingering just a breath longer on familiar walls. Here, where I chose to live for now, seasons do not hesitate. The air is already complete, lush, unwavering— no trembling in-between. And yet I find myself missing that fragile hesitation. The way winter would loosen its cold fingers slowly, as if unsure it should let go. The way people would almost smile again, as if remembering something they hadn’t needed in months. I traded that uncertainty for endless warmth, for skies that do not question themselves. But March— March was never about certainty. It was about sitting between worlds, coat half-open, heart unsure, waiting for something unnamed to return. Somewhere, my family gathers around a table set for Easter, voices rising like the first birds, familiar, imperfect, whole. And here, palm leaves move without memory. I chose the sun, but I think of that soft, grey light— how it carried hope not as a promise, but as a possibility. And maybe that is what I miss most: not the cold, not the country— but the feeling of something beginning without knowing if it will last. | analogbysissi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-04-03T03:01:43+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[From afar, this image resembles two bold brushstrokes painted across a blank canvas, forming an “X”. On closer inspection, it reveals a pair of Himalayan Vultures crossing paths in mid-air. Captured in Singapore on 5 January 2026, this moment is especially rare: Himalayan Vultures are vagrants to the region and are typically sighted only in late December and early January. This image remains special to me as it reflects aspects of minimalism, precise timing, and use of space to convey the majestic presence and elegance of the Himalayan Vultures in flight. | Zhi Heng]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/uwvj8lq11KXp18A8xkWV Zhi Heng https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/jj3BdCn1YxVrCdFL995iWfIDMY63 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/uwvj8lq11KXp18A8xkWV Sat, 10 Jan 2026 17:11:31 GMT 2026-01-10T17:11:31+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/uwvj8lq11KXp18A8xkWV.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[When I was young, I would watch a lot of Japanese animated movies. The recurrent presence of the furin bells would evoke a feeling of delicate melancholy, a warm breeze on the skin, a soft smile from a loved person. I was walking in Ueno Park this summer and found myself in the most dreamy location I have ever been to. The lotus flowers, the furins, the warm summery air, the laughs of lovers taking a stroll in the park. Was a little girl from Sicily dreaming of being in one of her beloved Japanese movies? #summer #Ueno #Tokyo #Lotus #Flowers #furin #windchimes #summerafternoon #filmphotography #nikonFE2 #nikonfilmcamera | Giuliana E. Miceli]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/5Ziz9Ckz3TpGlEq3rcU3 Giuliana E. Miceli https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/X0Uppurh6OXofv9sRiTUGtUb9x73 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/5Ziz9Ckz3TpGlEq3rcU3 Sat, 06 Dec 2025 13:50:34 GMT 2025-12-06T13:50:34+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/5Ziz9Ckz3TpGlEq3rcU3.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[From afar, this image resembles two bold brushstrokes painted across a blank canvas, forming an “X”. On closer inspection, it reveals a pair of Himalayan Vultures crossing paths in mid-air. Captured in Singapore on 5 January 2026, this moment is especially rare: Himalayan Vultures are vagrants to the region and are typically sighted only in late December and early January. This image remains special to me as it reflects aspects of minimalism, precise timing, and use of space to convey the majestic presence and elegance of the Himalayan Vultures in flight. | Zhi Heng]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/uwvj8lq11KXp18A8xkWV Zhi Heng https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/jj3BdCn1YxVrCdFL995iWfIDMY63 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/uwvj8lq11KXp18A8xkWV Sat, 10 Jan 2026 17:11:31 GMT 2026-01-17T22:57:26+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/uwvj8lq11KXp18A8xkWV.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[When I was young, I would watch a lot of Japanese animated movies. The recurrent presence of the furin bells would evoke a feeling of delicate melancholy, a warm breeze on the skin, a soft smile from a loved person. I was walking in Ueno Park this summer and found myself in the most dreamy location I have ever been to. The lotus flowers, the furins, the warm summery air, the laughs of lovers taking a stroll in the park. Was a little girl from Sicily dreaming of being in one of her beloved Japanese movies? #summer #Ueno #Tokyo #Lotus #Flowers #furin #windchimes #summerafternoon #filmphotography #nikonFE2 #nikonfilmcamera | Giuliana E. Miceli]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/5Ziz9Ckz3TpGlEq3rcU3 Giuliana E. Miceli https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/X0Uppurh6OXofv9sRiTUGtUb9x73 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/5Ziz9Ckz3TpGlEq3rcU3 Sat, 06 Dec 2025 13:50:34 GMT 2026-01-18T00:18:56+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/5Ziz9Ckz3TpGlEq3rcU3.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This was taken on my first photowalk with Women In Street SG at Joo Chiat. I’ve often feel less inspired to capture scenes in Singapore, perhaps maybe because its familiarity makes it easy to overlook the everyday. But I’m happy that the photowalk pushed me to look for scenes more deliberately, which helped me notice this scene of some clothes swaying from aircon units air in a quiet alley. This little scene was also framed with Bougainvillea which I thought tied the photo together nicely. | Nicole]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/sXHKlo3rXalnIwON9rNN Nicole https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/iTTkcSywcONk0YINp8eJMyNIshf2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/sXHKlo3rXalnIwON9rNN Sun, 19 Apr 2026 22:13:39 GMT 2026-04-19T22:13:39+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/sXHKlo3rXalnIwON9rNN.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[This was taken on my first photowalk with Women In Street SG at Joo Chiat. I’ve often feel less inspired to capture scenes in Singapore, perhaps maybe because its familiarity makes it easy to overlook the everyday. But I’m happy that the photowalk pushed me to look for scenes more deliberately, which helped me notice this scene of some clothes swaying from aircon units air in a quiet alley. This little scene was also framed with Bougainvillea which I thought tied the photo together nicely. | Nicole]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/sXHKlo3rXalnIwON9rNN Nicole https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/iTTkcSywcONk0YINp8eJMyNIshf2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/sXHKlo3rXalnIwON9rNN Sun, 19 Apr 2026 22:13:39 GMT 2026-05-03T11:32:53+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/sXHKlo3rXalnIwON9rNN.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[High above the quiet garden, the moonlight slipped between branches heavy with ripe figs. A faint flutter broke the still air as a Greater Short-Nosed Fruit Bat glided in, guided by scent rather than sight. The bat hovered briefly, sniffing the sweet aroma, then settled upside-down beneath a perfect fig. With surprising delicacy, it tore into the soft fruit, savoring each bite. Juice glistened on its fur as seeds scattered to the ground—future fig trees planted by accident . Unaware of its role as a gardener of the night, the little bat fed until satisfied, then disappeared into the darkness, carrying the forest’s future in its tiny jaws. | Arijit Das]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio Arijit Das https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/tLqyycXyxrV9nzvrbsUePBeK9D12 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio Fri, 13 Mar 2026 16:50:12 GMT 2026-03-13T16:50:12+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[March, Unlived I left before the thaw could speak, before the sidewalks loosened their grip on salt and silence. In the country where I am from, March is a quiet revolution— not loud, not certain, but felt in the soft rebellion of light lingering just a breath longer on familiar walls. Here, where I chose to live for now, seasons do not hesitate. The air is already complete, lush, unwavering— no trembling in-between. And yet I find myself missing that fragile hesitation. The way winter would loosen its cold fingers slowly, as if unsure it should let go. The way people would almost smile again, as if remembering something they hadn’t needed in months. I traded that uncertainty for endless warmth, for skies that do not question themselves. But March— March was never about certainty. It was about sitting between worlds, coat half-open, heart unsure, waiting for something unnamed to return. Somewhere, my family gathers around a table set for Easter, voices rising like the first birds, familiar, imperfect, whole. And here, palm leaves move without memory. I chose the sun, but I think of that soft, grey light— how it carried hope not as a promise, but as a possibility. And maybe that is what I miss most: not the cold, not the country— but the feeling of something beginning without knowing if it will last. | analogbysissi]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 analogbysissi https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/bGcW6RBOnzR08kS9qh7M8YjSgeQ2 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5 Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:24:24 GMT 2026-03-25T15:24:24+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/ZGnqRjAS6NTCzWe3Irv5.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[High above the quiet garden, the moonlight slipped between branches heavy with ripe figs. A faint flutter broke the still air as a Greater Short-Nosed Fruit Bat glided in, guided by scent rather than sight. The bat hovered briefly, sniffing the sweet aroma, then settled upside-down beneath a perfect fig. With surprising delicacy, it tore into the soft fruit, savoring each bite. Juice glistened on its fur as seeds scattered to the ground—future fig trees planted by accident . Unaware of its role as a gardener of the night, the little bat fed until satisfied, then disappeared into the darkness, carrying the forest’s future in its tiny jaws. | Arijit Das]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio Arijit Das https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/tLqyycXyxrV9nzvrbsUePBeK9D12 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio Fri, 13 Mar 2026 16:50:12 GMT 2026-03-13T16:50:23+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/1FnugL2afdkL2CuUBwio.jpg?auto=compress,format <![CDATA[A Language Beyond Words Chiang Mai taught me that the deepest conversations do not always depend on perfect language. I met this man one morning at the local markets, surrounded by the sounds of vendors calling out and the smell of fresh fruit and street food in the air. We sat together as strangers for ten minutes that felt timeless. He spoke no English, and I spoke only basic Thai, just enough for simple conversation, yet somehow we shared something far deeper. Through gestures, smiles, laughter, and patient listening, we spoke about life, family, and the beauty of everyday moments. I love overcoming language barriers, and Thailand has shown me how powerful human connection can be when both people are willing to meet halfway The Thai people carry a rare kindness that is gentle, open, and endlessly welcoming. This photograph is a tribute to my love for Thailand and to the people who remind me that language is not just spoken, but felt | Lanna Shuttered Moments]]> https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bqXUVMgMXBlAsPM7Qjwu Lanna Shuttered Moments https://www.cizucu.com/es/users/zLWK6aZf3majg9NHN7feKot3mzs1 https://www.cizucu.com/es/photos/bqXUVMgMXBlAsPM7Qjwu Sat, 14 Feb 2026 10:30:49 GMT 2026-02-14T10:30:49+09:00 https://cdn.cizucu.com/images/photos/bqXUVMgMXBlAsPM7Qjwu.jpg?auto=compress,format