31.7.13

no answers, just stories...


I am almost a hundred years old; waiting for the end, and thinking about the beginning.
There are things I need to tell you, but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passes?
I know you are unable to imagine this.

Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness, the bleak blackness of passions unrequited, or unexpressed, or unresolved.
You get old and you realize there are no answers, just stories...


Photography: Ania Powalowska
www.fotografka.eu/


29.7.13

ideias... pedras... e amor


Dry stone wall with tree built by Eric Landman in memeory of his wife Kerry. 

[Kerry Landman Memorial, Island Lake Conservation Area, Mono, Ontario. The main wall is Limestone with local rounded granite fieldstones that were found on site to represent the leaves. A lot of them had green moss on them that added to the effect of the stones looking like foliage.]

o resto está aqui contado

Source - stoneartblog.blogspot.com

Dans le port d'Amsterdam.... ...


18.7.13

Jorge Luis Borges, el proceso creador



“El propósito que lo guiaba no era imposible, aunque sí sobrenatural. Quería soñar un hombre: quería soñarlo con integridad minuciosa e imponerlo a la realidad. Ese proyecto mágico había agotado el espacio entero de su alma; si alguien le hubiera preguntado su propio nombre o cualquier rasgo de su vida anterior, no habría acertado a responder.”

(…) “Cada noche, lo percibía con mayor evidencia. No lo tocaba: se limitaba a atestiguarlo, a observarlo, tal vez a corregirlo con la mirada. Lo percibía, lo vivía, desde muchas distancias y muchos ángulos.”

Fragmentos de Ruinas Circulares del escritor Jorge Luis Borges

photo: Richard Avedon, Buenos Aires, 1975

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