Pose! |Serra do Bussaco, Portugal|
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #6
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #6 mentality might change in people’s heads that listen but don’t hear before the…
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #5
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #5 listen the more we are, the more a choir in universal language advances…
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #4
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #4 music is your friend who talks to you when you feel lonely you…
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #3
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #3 I still hear the voices of the street where I was born my…
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #2
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #2 music is the regular dance of all your breaths on me the party…
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #1
Bussaco Palace, sounds of the path #1 music is to look further and to get lost in yourself the light…
Sei de um rio
E a minha boca (até quando?) Ao separar-se da tua Vai repetindo e lembrando “- Sei de um rio… Sei…
Go
Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and…
I am what is missing
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing.…
Each moment is a place you have never been
Each moment is a place you’ve never been. ~ Mark Strand |Bussaco Palace, Serra do Bussaco, Portugal|
Life is for the living
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.…