Deviation Actions
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ONENESS by Pablo Neruda
There's something dense, united, sitting in the background,
repeating its number, its identical signal.
How clear it is that stones have handled time,
in their fine substance there's the smell of age,
and water the sea brings, salty and sleepy.
Just one thing surrounds me, a single motion:
the weight of rocks, the light of skin,
fasten themselves to the sound of the word night:
the tones of wheat, of ivory, of tears,
things made of leather, of wood, of wool
aging, fading, blurring,
come together around me like a wall.
I toil deafly, circling above myself,
like a raven above death, grief's raven,
I'm thinking, isolated in the vastness of seasons,
dead center, surrounded by silent geography:
a piece of weather falls from the sky,
an extreme empire of confused unities
converges, encircling me.
translated by Stephen Kessler
After one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen but didn't photograph in Badlands National Park last summer.
Breathtaking landscape... You managed to capture the proper moment where one would like to sit and look at the sight forever (or at least for a long, long time).
Can you believe it´s 10 years since I last connected? Yesterday I found some works and writings and Becoming the Forest and I got nostalgic. I have almost no time to do nothing, I forgot every single bit I one time knew about PS and photography, I am totally lost (no idea where to go or what to do in here now), no skin... everything is gone I think. But you´re still here.
Take care. We´ll be in touch now and then.
Hugs!!!! Karen