📷Travel Photography

Absurd Hour

All the oars rose at once… Through the gold of the fields
A longing passed for not being the sea… In front
Of my throne of detachment, there are gestures with rare stones…
My soul is a lamp that has gone out but is still warm…
Ah, and your silence is the profile of a peak in the sun!
All the princesses feel their chests oppressed…
From the last window of the castle, only a sunflower
Is seen, and the dream that there are others casts fog on our senses…
To be, and not be more!… Oh lions born in a cage!…
Bells toll beyond, in the Other Valley… Close by?…
The school burns and a child is locked inside the classroom…
Why mustn’t the North be the South?… What is uncovered?…
And I deliriously pause in what I think… I gaze at you
And your silence is my blindness… I gaze at you and dream…
There are red things and snakes in the way I meditate on you,
And your idea tastes like the memory of a dreadful flavor…
Why not feel contempt for you? Why not lose it?…
Ah, let me ignore you… Your silence is a fan—
A closed fan, a fan that would be so beautiful, so beautiful if opened,
But it is more beautiful not to open it, so that the Hour does not sin…
All hands crossed over all chests have frozen…
More flowers withered than there were in the garden…
My love for you is a cathedral of chosen silences,
And my dreams are a staircase with no beginning but an end…
Someone is about to enter through the door… You can feel the air smile…
Widowed weavers enjoy the shrouds of virgins they weave…
Ah, your ennui is a statue of a woman yet to come,
The scent chrysanthemums would have if they had one…

"Fernando Pessoa"

I am sharing photos of landscapes, moments and experiences. Nature and sea are the most visited themes in my photo collection, but any attention-grabbing aspect can be photographed. Hope you enjoy it...

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