I went out walking and found the ashen afternoon. The birds did not wish to be near me either, nor even at a distance where my camera would expose them. Perhaps it was that I needed to be alone, to look up at the royal palms where the only colour that stood out was that of their fruit, so good for feeding the pigs... other trees revealed their beautiful silhouettes in backlight.
There is a feeling that I have slept through my whole life and suddenly opened my eyes at the age of forty‑five... I don’t know. Perhaps I am only going mad... a little more. I kept thinking and thinking about what I might do to recover the lost time… you see? These kinds of vain thoughts. And I sat quietly in front of the screen to look at the photos I had taken. Very few, since I walked less than three blocks, and only came across a woman gardening and a calf tied to a fence, calling for its mother.
In my files I found some images and felt that, visually, they broke apart the whole scheme...
But who cares! I think it looks interesting.
Thus I go, watching as everything falls apart around me, my whole house of cards, my every illusion... And I suppose I shall be able to rebuild everything from the foundations, if I can manage to hold myself up.
While I drift between sleep and wakefulness, I make my own repairs… coincidentally, since the bridge of coincidences has grown too long. Yet again… who cares!
I am so fragmented… how am I to gather all these pieces now and join them into something decent? Into something for which I would not have to feel dissatisfied?
I do not know if life will be enough for me to do so much.
At the beginning of the month I set about gathering words. I shaped them into a book, a modest one. A book that pleads for discerning eyes, for it bears that veil of innocence.
I cannot say the title, as I sent it off to some place of verdicts. Honestly, I would like it to be good for me, but if it merely goes unnoticed, I shall go on gathering words in my drawer for keeping texts.
Now, looking at this wall, I could have used that pseudonym. 😅
Last night I wrote what follows… it is unfinished. But then again, who cares!
Que no me den menos de lo que recuerda mi sangre: una cascada indómita, o el agua blanda que embelesa a las piedras.
Que no me pongan bridas ni alisen mi crin cuando el viento silbe sus canciones…
Llevo cada reliquia de este mundo dentro de mis ojos, custodiadas por el ángel que me hizo despertar.
Let them not give me less than what my blood remembers: a wild cascade, or the gentle water that beguiles the stones.
Let them not place bridles upon me nor smooth my mane when the wind whistles its songs…
I carry every relic of this world within my eyes, guarded by the angel who awakened me.
Havana, 27 November 2025.
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What beautiful silhouettes of nature and, on the other hand, those details of architectural remains.
😇 Good morning, @wilfredocav, yes, many times I find myself gazing at these silhouettes among the foliage and the clouds, and their colours in the afternoons. As for the architecture… I would prefer not to see so much destruction around me, but well…
Thank you!
Que no me pongan bridas ni alisen mi crin.... ¡Qué decir ante esto y el ánimo que te funde con cada imagen que nos regalas!... ¡Solo desear que hoy sonrías al despertar y conquistes al día con nuevos bríos!
¡Abrazos de luz!
Abrazo recibido.
El Unicornio se manifestó 😅
jajaja... ¡Genial!
To rebuild first you start from destruction, to fix something first it has to be broken, it's an interesting process, because it's not that you have a lot to do in this life, you only have to do one thing, the most important thing, to find yourself, the rest comes by itself.
There are many paths in life and now you changed your path, it will bring you things you didn't know after the collapse, contemplate.
The pictures are beautiful, especially the contrasting light against the trees and leaves, black and white, light and dark. The light comes after a dark night of the soul. Hug!
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Buenos días. 🌞
Meow 😅
🤣 vivan los gatos!!
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