When my house waked up, this morning, it was surrounded by the fog.
Fog is purifying: it comes from the sea, from the open, and it ascends, like the smoke of a cleaning fire.
To the other side of the fog life goes on, in the total light.
But within the fog we may keep asleep all day long.
Each entity that comes out of the fog has a more pregant presence than when diluted by total light.
Photo: Ian Britton
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2 comentários:
Que dizer de seu blog que não seja que é um constante encantamento? Os seus textos mais recentes atingem a nossa sensibilidade mais profunda...
Your writing style is very interesting and poetic to read. It makes a change
from these dry texts I read most of the time.
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