Another image added to my ongoing Still Life project
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From the White Cliffs of Dover
Walking on the White Cliffs of Dover, looking towards France... The clouds and the Chanel
Imagination IV
The Grave
The Grave: an afterthought...
The Self - beheaded
I imagined my death this morning:
In a car crash or by a bullet.
I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while.
Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government,
of how expensive life is nowadays,
And I felt better, a little bit good.
I meant to tell you that I am really ill.
As if without skin, hurt by the air around,
wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams.
An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head
and doesn't leve me alone.
Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live
crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can.
[Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]
Where the air is thin
Why do we choose to live in such far away places?
Up above the clouds, with nothing but Nature and hard living...
Winn's Common, Plumstead
Early one morning....
Flower and Burnet moths
Caught by the colour and the moths...
Etna sunset
a sunset over Etna from Taormina, the Lady of the Rock chapel
Decay II
Discovering the inside of a fruit that had been kept far too long
El Espejo de Humo
The representation of the god of the night: Tescatlipoca, the Knife of Obsidian.
While listening to Lila Downs' " Mano Negra" from her 'Balas y Chocolate' album