📷Travel Photography

THE MOTHER'S SON
On the abandoned plain
That the warm breeze heats,
Pierced through by bullets —
Two, from side to side —,
He lies dead, and cools.
Blood marks his uniform.
With arms outstretched,
Pale, fair-haired, lifeless,
He gazes with a languid,
Blind stare at the lost skies.
So young! How young he was!
(What age is he now?)
An only child, his mother had given him
A name and cherished it:
"The mother's son."
Fell from his pocket
The small cigarette case.
His mother had given it to him.
The case is whole,
Untouched. He no longer is.
From another pocket, fluttering
With its edge brushing the ground,
The whiteness sheathed
Of a handkerchief... The old maid
Who rocked him as a baby had given it to him.

Far away, at home, a prayer rises:
"May he return soon, and safe!"
(The webs the Empire weaves!)
He lies dead, and decays,
The mother's son.

"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...