Dome

It took a millennium for their light to arrive.
But it is finally here, sparkling in my eyes.
Listen to it !! Whispering . . 

Perpetual song of the stars.

Just . . .

It was about to rain.

And such simple, but yet extraordinary sight caught my eye.

Little pieces that conform the reality. Not even the most "powerful" person

in this world, might be able to create this, a living entity, the nature.

´Cause Albrecht Dürer said: "As I grew older, I realized that it was much better to insist on the genuine forms of nature, for simplicity is the greatest adornment of art."

And he was right.

Happy Weekend !!

Bygone Times / Trondheim

I arrived to Trondheim once, some day on a cool November night . . .
 

In those distant days of my childhood, surrounded by books telling fantastic adventures of faraway lands and nations, I read once about a Greek explorer named Pytheas, who began a journey unto the edge of the very world, arriving to a place in the farthest north, a place plenty of prodigies and exciting wonders that he baptized as “Ultima Thule”. Many centuries later, in our times, some experts concluded that very probably Pytheas arrived to the place where nowadays the city of Trondheim lies. A city visited by the pilgrims and travelers of the Northern Lands since the middle ages, because of its cathedral. I decided then, with childish determination, to go and visit such place, one day “when bigger and stronger” emulating Pytheas. The time passed, and the childhood dreams faded . . .

But many years later, I was a pilgrim myself, that came from a very faraway land, searching for lost innocent illusions. I arrived there, to the cathedral, that cold and remote night of November, and had with me two symbolic objects, an old necklace from my childhood, and the necklace of  dear Mona, who had passed away a few years before. My necklace represented my childhood, a difficult one, but always plenty of hope and good will, the necklace of Mona represented my ill-fated youth, and the memory of a lovely friend, that was with me in moments when I had lost my faith and my spirit.

  I difficultly buried them in the freeze soil and left the place, left the past behind forever. The circle was complete. A circle that began on a god´s forgotten place 27 years before, between tales and adventures of impossible worlds. And I did shout a loudly Hooray!!!! one, two, three times. I turned around and could barely see myself as a child there, at the entrance of the huge church, standing by Mona. A child that was able, finally, to smile, grateful and with a feeling of freedom and safe. "Thanks" the child whispered "for bringing me here" "and because you never did stop believing"

I smiled and began walking back, to the present and left a lot of things behind. Bygone life, bygone times . . .

 

She Ghost

 

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.

Now Was The Day Departing . . .

                                                   






               

  and the hour of dreams arrive . . .

The Place

"Five senses . . .

. . .one thousand delights"

Paradise Regained

Warm sunbeams of solace. 

. . .one day . . .