📷Travel Photography

THE WHITE HOUSE ON THE BLACK SHIP

What dreams?... I don’t know if I dreamed... What ships have set sail? Where to?... I had this nonsensical impression because in the opposite picture Ships depart... Ships, no: boats, but the ships are within me, And it’s always better to have the imprecise that rocks than the certain that suffices, Because what suffices ends where it suffices, and where it ends is not enough, And nothing that resembles this should be the meaning of life... Who placed the shapes of trees within the existence of trees? Who made groves leafy and left me to green? Where is my thought, which pains me to be without it, To feel without the ability to stop whenever I want, and the high sea And the last journey, always there, of the ships rising... There is no substance of thought in the matter of soul with which I think... There are only windows wide open, leaning against the heat that is no longer present, And the yard full of light without light just now, and almost me... In the open window, facing the angle with which my gaze captures it The distant white house where... (the inhabitant is abstract.) I close my gaze and my eyes fixed on the white house without seeing it Are other eyes seeing without being fixed on it the ship that is departing, And I, still, limp, asleep, Have through sight the touch of the sea down below rocking me away from here, I have it in unconsciousness and I suffer... To the distant palaces the ship I think of does not take. To the stairs leading over the unreachable sea it does not harbor. To the marvelous gardens in the unexplained islands it does not leave. Everything loses the meaning with which I shelter in my porch And the sea enters through Your eyes, the porch ceasing... Let night fall, do not let night fall, only the lamp matters To be lit in the houses I do not see on the slope and I there... Damp shadow in the sounds of the moonless night tank, the frogs croak, Croaking late in the valley, because everything is a valley where the sound hurts...

Miracle of the appearance of Our Lady of Sorrows to the mad... Wonder of the darkening of the dagger drawn for acts... The closed eyes, the head drooping against the straight column And the world beyond the stained glass, a landscape without ruins... The white house, the black ship... Happiness in Australia...

"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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