ballad of early pages. while shadows are still governing landscapes and all remains covered by silence. only slow motion in here. messy thoughts around the air. dislocated emotions. finding space, finding home.
5am, horizons covered by darkness, silence around, fixing me up. embracing space.
early destinations, muted voices.
puntos de referencia, que nunca nos quedemos cortos de ellos.
made these two a year ago, I had no idea how everyday life was destined to change. were two points of reference at that time, were two spots to remember how ephemeral perspective in life could be. things that were something bigger than those facts. funny path of life.
destined to retention.
5 am, Saturday & 1wd. Darkness still ruling outdoors, silence filling these early hours. I’m here. I’m fine. Finding space. And it feels good.
lune d’hiver.
“Votre âme est un paysage choisi
Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques
Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi
Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.
Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur
L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune
Ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur
Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,
Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,
Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres
Et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau,
Les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres.”
there were roots that lasted for entire generations after death, there were seas of silences that were never dried, mountains were built over their ashes, whole lives were raised by their rests. stories written on the sky.
