📷Travel Photography

THE WHITE HOUSE ON THE BLACK SHIP

I’m reclining in the armchair, it’s late, summer has faded away...
Neither dream nor reverie, a stupor spreads in my brain...
There is no tomorrow for my stupor at this hour...
Yesterday was a bad dream that someone had for me...
There’s a lateral interruption in my consciousness...
The doors of the window remain ajar this afternoon
Despite the windows being wide open...
I continue, inattentive to my senseless sensations
And the personality I have is between body and soul...
If only there were
A state not perfectly interior for the soul,
An objectivity with immobile bells around me...
The impossibility of everything I cannot even dream
Aches behind the back of my feeling consciousness...
The ships have sailed,
They set off I don’t know on what hidden day,
And the route they were to follow was written in the rhythms,
In the lost rhythms of the dead sailors' dream songs...
The still trees of the estate, seen through the window,
Strange trees to me to an inconceivable point of consciousness of seeing them,
Trees all the same as not being more than I see them,
I cannot do anything to make it so that trees would cease to hurt,
I cannot coexist on the other side while seeing you from this side,
And I could rise from this armchair leaving dreams on the ground...

"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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