We spent the most part of our lives away. Memories, we have millions; the real memories from childhood and a part of our teen years. And all the others, equally real, even more real, that came and come in an endless spiral from the past and the future. Each second is the meeting of all times.
Then, each one followed their own path in life and life has so many paths. Each path contains millions of others; the ones we trek and the ones we imagine and dream. Side by side we followed by so many of those million paths. The miles between us or the time away never counted much. Time doesn’t exist in the paths of the mind and soul. It’s just a stream that takes us naturally and imperceptibly along the journey. Where does the journey lead? That no one can know for sure. We can only know where the heart inhabits and the soul expands as an eternal landscape. The rest is common geography, routines and episodes in the endless story.
What makes the world more than an agglomerate of matter, shapes and colours are our inner perceptions, the magical process of building, rebuilding, painting and sculpting the world with the landscapes, the visions, the thoughts and the feelings that we carry inside. The entire world is a huge canvas, a large mirror waiting for life, the fire of Prometheus that only our minds and souls can create, share, seed and spread.
That was exactly what we did in our childhoods and we still do, I in my simple life and you among the stars. The simple things were magical because they were more than what they were; they were the work of our imagination and dreams. Nothing changed inside. Nothing changes inside, only expands, adding more and more life, reality and dreams to life itself.
Two weeks ago I went to Porto again. The days were splendorous, mainly by the sea. You don’t live there anymore but I met you there just the same. My streets are your streets and vice versa. We keep walking along the same paths, in the old streets of our beloved city or in the light highways of the sky.
Not much changed in the real old city either. I didn’t take many pictures this time. I spent the most part of the time just contemplating, feeling, breathing with the soul. And you were everywhere, at Foz, at the Crystal Palace Gardens, at Ribeira, crossing the bridge to Gaia, watching the reflections of the night lights in the river… and asking with the happiest smile in your face “Did you ever see most beautiful scenery in your life? Did you ever breathe with your soul more deeply than here?”… Well, my brother, you know the answer is “no” and “yes”… Just like people —no one can substitute no one — the places can’t be substituted. This is the most beautiful and amazing place in the world when we breathe each atom of reality and dreams within our souls… We’ll keep breathing with and within our souls. This place and all the others will never lose their unique magic… Blow me a whisper from the stars and tell me that you agree. I’m hearing your smiling whisper, I’m feeling you breathing in this inner place where we are together now and ever… And thus we follow this common path and the million paths within it…
The pictures below are from the album Reflections & Shadows III. A few are the combination of drawing and photography. (Deep contemplation).
Inner perception I, photograph
Inner perception II, photograph
The light within, photograph
Togetherne
The link remains I, photograph
The link remains II, photograph
Persistent windows I, photograph
Breathing with the soul I,
photograph
Breathing with the soul II,
photograph
The bath I, photograph
Tangible vision I, photograph
Tangible vision II, photograph
Eternal renewal I, photograph
Eternal renewal II, photograph
Invisible light I, photograph
Invisible light II, photograph
Deep contemplat
Deep contemplat
Deep contemplat
Drinking alone, photograph
Earthly galaxy II, photograph
Multiple time I, photograph
Painted mirror I, photograph
Painted mirror III, photograph
Piano staircase I, photograph
Water caligraphy
Trail of the will-bow II,
photograph
Will-bow sailing I, photograph
Will-bow sailing II, photograph
Will-bow sailing III, photograph
Will-bow sailing IV, photograph
Ocean without frontiers II,
photograph
Mens agitat molem, photograph
Full Moon birthday, photograph
Keeps shining, photograph
Your streets are my streets I - Porto,
Portugal, photograph
Your streets are my streets II - Porto,
Portugal, photograph
Peaceful walls I, photograph
I pass and I stay as the Universe,
Fernando Pessoa, photograph
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário