Thursday 25 September 2014

Dark spots at dark hours

There's a kind of beauty that only can be seen from loneliness and dark places, at the top of a hill or down in the deep ocean. There's a kind of beauty at late hours and at the first ones in the morning, there's a kind of beauty when you open your eyes underwater, green, blue and brown, mix together to form an strange shape, black, blue and purple turn into a mystery wave that comes to you somehow, dragging you into the ocean, pushing you against the sand, claiming an apologize. There's a kind of beauty in strangers, there's a kind of beauty in the unknown, there's a kind of beauty that can't be shared or shown, there's a kind of beauty that you only can remember. There's a kind of beauty in the middle of every dark place you walk.









Friday 12 September 2014

Blurred

Second phase of the experiment.
Up there nobody waits.
Down here everything changes.
Storm will just pass, no harm, no pain.
Here we go again:









Monday 8 September 2014