TWILIGHT IMPRESSIONS
II
Swamps of scraping yearnings against my soul in gold...
Distant toll of Other Bells...
The golden wheat pales In the ashes of sunset...
A carnal chill runs through my soul...
The Hour is always the same!...
Swaying of palm tree tops...
Silence that the leaves fix in us...
Slim Autumn Of a vague bird’s song...
Forgotten blue in stagnation...
Oh, what a silent cry of yearning claws at the Hour! What astonishment within me longs for something other than what mourns! I stretch my hands beyond, but in stretching them I already see That what I want is not what I desire...
Cymbals of Imperfection...
Oh such antiquity The Hour expels itself from Time!...
A retreating wave that invades My surrender to myself until I faint, And recall so much of my present Self that I feel myself forget!...
Fluid of halo, transparent of Was, hollow of having been...
The Mystery tastes like I am someone else...
Moonlight over the uncontained...
The sentinel is stiff — the spear she plants in the ground Is taller than her... What is all this for?...
A flat day...
Climbers of nonsense licking the Beyond of the Hour...
Horizons closing their eyes to the space where they are links of error...
Fanfares of future silences’ opiates...
Distant trains...
Gates seen far away... through the trees... so made of iron!...
"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...
| Category | #thediarygame |
| Location | Tavira - Portugal |
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