📷Travel Photography

Absurd Hour

Your silence is a ship with all sails slack...
Gentle, the breezes play in the pennants, your smile...
And your smile in your silence is the ladders and the stilts
With which I pretend to be taller and near any paradise...
My heart is an amphora that falls and breaks...
Your silence gathers it and keeps it, broken, in a corner...
My idea of you is a corpse that the sea brings to shore..., and yet
You are the unreal canvas on which I err in color with my art...
Open all the doors and let the wind sweep away the idea
That we have of smoke perfuming the idle rooms...
My soul is a cave filled by the full tide,
And my idea of dreaming of you is a caravan of clowns...
It rains dull gold, but not outside... It’s within me... I am the Hour,
And the Hour is full of awe and entirely made of its own ruins...
In my attention there is a poor widow who never cries...
In my inner sky, there was never a single star...
Today the sky is as heavy as the idea of never reaching a port...
The fine rain is empty... The Hour tastes of having been...
No such thing as beds for ships!... Absorbed
In distancing itself from itself, your gaze is a senseless curse...
All my hours are made of black jasper,
All my longings carved in a marble that doesn’t exist,
It is neither joy nor sorrow, this sorrow in which I delight,
And my inverted kindness is neither good nor bad...

"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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