Porto, 6th of April 2017
I’ve encountered the immaterial, the boreal… The soft light that gently touches the flower of the deads after so much suffering. I’ve encountered something that only belongs to those who live in Asylum. In desertion from the common senses. I’ve touched the invisible and felted it like rain drops and spring petals. And I shed a tear, only one and let it linger above Schubert and the white chrysanthemums. I let the boreal house my soul, confine it into something purer, undress it and triumph on the edge of the light for once.
Do you know that exquisite sensation when you meet someone for the first time, but, deep inside of you, something tells you that in another life and place you already meet her/him? These persons are our kindred souls, old souls that wander in this life and are meant to meet again and live what was left unfinished… So please, be aware that life has an end, so don’t forget to treasure the ones you love the most and show everyday how much you care for them. You won’t regret it, believe me!
In this photo is a letter to the special soul Vibeke and an old tray that I have found broken near to my house, outside of a street litter. I brought it home and fix it, and now it looks precious.
Spring days are the best, the sun is soft, I see flowers blooming everywhere and sometimes I feel a little breeze that passes by and caresses my skin: everything has its right proportion in this season.
Now and then, I get lost in thoughts: not the happy ones, I must confess, but knowing that the sun is shining and everything is alive, makes me wanna do things and believe in myself.
I’ve made a new postcard with a little bird to cheer you up in these beautiful spring days.
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“Life is so rare./ A vida é tão rara.”