ENDLESS DAYS ARE BACK

     Do you remember the odor of the sea, my brother? The odor, the touch, the presence… We couldn’t even tell if it came from inside or outside. Heading from the mountains to the coast, when we were still half of the way, we began to put our noses in the air with eyes closed, saying: “Can you feel it? We’re almost there… I can even taste the salted water in my tongue… and the sand is so smooth and warm…” Mother would laugh gently, father would joke: “Sure, you can smell it… eucalyptus, pine trees and firs… and probably the celluloses factory in the nearby… We still have more 100 miles to ride until we get there!”

     We never believed him entirely. Even if we had more 100 miles of road to ride, the sea was already inside… or probably the sea was also riding towards us, so there was no distance at all. What we feel is what exists. Blessed we were for believing in what we felt. And even with the eyes wide open, we could see the silver reflections of the water beyond the visible horizon. We had no doubts about what we felt. That was much more than faith or yearning; that was our way of carrying the sea inside. We were the sea… the sea was our second home or perhaps the first.

     We never had a house by the sea but our home was there, always waiting for us. Day after day, the sea whispers: “Welcome home, voyager of the stars!”

A home in the rainbow, photography by São Ludovino.

 At the reach of my hand, photography by São Ludovino.

At the reach of my voice I, photography by São Ludovino. 

 At the reach of my eyes I, photography by São Ludovino.

 At the reach of my eyes II, photography by São Ludovino.

 Sea of Stars I, photography by São Ludovino.

 Finally I, photography by São Ludovino.

Presence II, photography by São Ludovino. 

Enjoying the waves...safely II, photography by São Ludovino. 

 Searching the future, photography by São Ludovino.

 Gathering of generations I, photography by São Ludovino.

 A Moon in the Sun III, photography by São Ludovino.

 A Moon in the Sun IV, photography by São Ludovino.

 A Moon in the Sun V, photography by São Ludovino.

Walking on the water, photography by São Ludovino. 

Little Neptuno, photography by São Ludovino.

 At the reach of my mind, photography by São Ludovino.

At the reach of the will-bow, photography by São Ludovino.

 Hidden mountain I, photography by São Ludovino.

Hidden mountain III, photography by São Ludovino.

 Hidden mountain IV, photography by São Ludovino.

 At the end of the day I, photography by São Ludovino.

 Deep contemplation III, photography by Luzia, my daughter.

At the end of the day II, photography by São Ludovino. 

At the beginning of the night I, photography by São Ludovino.

SEEDS OF HOPE

THE CAGE
(or The Rainbow Birds)

The dream is asleep inside
Deep amidst the dust of the days gone
And the reddish black iron of the bars
The captive is awake and naked and wounded
Always wide awake in his dark foggy cell
So painfully awake, that seems asleep
He doesn’t even know that the dream is sleeping in his cell

From the warm forests of the rainbow
A little blue bird came by one of those chances
Mysteriously written in the folios of the universe
Since the beginning of time and light
Used to fly in freedom and friendly skies
She dared to cross the frontier into the cage
Determined to join the dream and the dreamer

With the only simple things she had and knew
Began her task and mission as if it was the only and last
Flying through the thick narrow darkness
She sang songs of freedom and hope
Covered the walls with the dust of the stars
And turned the bars into spirals of warm wind
Repeating and repeating: I’ll free you, because I’m the bird!

The unsustainable lightness of truth and freedom
Will give dwelling to the light asleep
A winged home with the doors opened to the horizon
A blue sky following the path of time and utopia
And so the task went on, echoing on the clouds
Her song fills the cell with the sounds of light:
I’ll free you, because I’m the bird!

The walls are falling, shadow by shadow
Stone by stone of icy fears and crystal shields
The sunbeams of dawn are joining the stars’ dust
The captive opens finally his eyes in his restless vigil
The bars, turned into wind and wishes, are his wings
The dream finally awakes inside the dreamer
From inside the cage two birds fly
Towards the warm forests of the rainbow
And the little blue bird keeps singing:
If I can be the bird, so can you
So, fly, new bird of the rainbow,
Your wings are awake and free…

São Ludovino, 27/5/2014 – 3:57 a.m.

 Seeds of hope I, photography by São Ludovino.

 Seeds of hope II, photography by São Ludovino.

 Tiny Eden, photography by São Ludovino.

A home for the light I, photography by São Ludovino. 

 A home for the light II, photography by São Ludovino.

 The unsustainable lightness of truth I, photography by São Ludovino.

 The unsustainable lightness of truth II, photography by São Ludovino.

 Belonging to creation I, photography by São Ludovino.

 Only the essential I, photography by São Ludovino.

Only the essential II, photography by São Ludovino. 

Young blues, photography by São Ludovino. 

 Old blues, photography by São Ludovino.

A Moon in the Sun II, photography by São Ludovino. 

 Between Summer and Fall I, photography by São Ludovino.

 The Sky on Earth, photography by São Ludovino.

 No ambitions... only dreams I, photography by São Ludovino.

No maps... only the path of time, photography by São Ludovino. 

 No ambitions... only dreams II, photography by São Ludovino.

 Sister tree, photography by São Ludovino.

 Ama-zon, photography by São Ludovino.

Softly in the wind, photography by São Ludovino.

 Spring at Fall I, photography by São Ludovino.

Sweet shade... by the sea I, photography by São Ludovino. 

 Thistle with velvet spikes I, photography by São Ludovino.

 Thistle with velvet spikes II, photography by São Ludovino.

 Thistle with velvet spikes III, photography by São Ludovino.

 Tickles in the eyes, photography by São Ludovino.

 Sweet Summer - Luzia, my daughter, photography by São Ludovino.

 Sweet Summer Soul, photography by São Ludovino.

 Blue Matrix, photography by São Ludovino.

 The dwelling of the soul I, photography by São Ludovino.

 The dwelling of the soul II, photography by São Ludovino.

 The dwelling of the soul V, photography by São Ludovino.

 The dwelling of the soul VI, photography by São Ludovino.

 The dwelling of the rainbow I, photography by São Ludovino.

 The sea at home, photography by São Ludovino.

 On the road... by the sea, photography by São Ludovino.

 The pearl is still there I, photography by São Ludovino.

 The sounds of utopia II, photography by São Ludovino.

 The sounds of utopia III, photography by São Ludovino.

 The sounds of utopia IV, photography by São Ludovino.

 L'ancien volcan... qu'on croyait trop vieux I, photography by São Ludovino.

 Twinly red I, photography by São Ludovino.

 Twinly red II, photography by São Ludovino.

A kiss in the sky, photography by São Ludovino.