A spirit of the air.
She had a dream, she called it life.
And there was a huge shining window, leading into
a foreign, unknown land . . .
One day she woke up and realized: "How naive to assume oneself,
as the owner of a life,
more naive, even, to bet and lay as true,
what is nothing but deceit and delight.
´Cause is life nothing but a dream, a very transient, fugitive one.
And are the will, the experience, the present. . .the very wishes,
nothing but memories of such dream we dreamt . . .
. . .standing at the edge of the eternity . . ."
And she departed with the light.
6 comments:
Love the images and the text!
I like that title. Simple color, motion - leaves a strong impression.
Wonderful post. I like how you mix awesome shots with thoughtful words. You have a great blog. And a new follower.
Tack Malin :)
I like a lot this kink of photos...
Alberto, the words go so well with the images - they rush right past me like the wind.
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