NEW ANCIENT DREAMER

ETERNAL AS A DREAM

I’m six, I’m sixteen, I’m sixty, I’m six hundred
And have millenniums to live
In a paper wing, a sand castle, a leaf of grass
All the ephemeral things there are.
I’ll live more than life allows
Much more than life can last
I’ll live so exceedingly that nothing will have an end
I’ll live so deeply, so high, so near and so far
Until all the voyages are made complete
Here, there, within and beyond…

You are the newborn
You are the ancient dreamer
You’re a grain of sand, a drop of water
The blowing wind, the path on the clouds
An invisible hand with dancing petals
You close my eyes to see the new world within
I open my eyes to find myself in your genesis
My eyes are sunflowers greeting the sun
You open my eyes to see the new day
I close my eyes and mingle
Amongst the wonders of creation
Here, there, within and beyond…

São Ludovino - 29/6/2013 – 1:18 a.m.

an island of stars...by *shotsfiredimagedown

tempting the moon...by *shotsfiredimagedown

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

going on tour......by *shotsfiredimagedown

expanding light...by *shotsfiredimagedown

before breakfast...by *shotsfiredimagedown

inner space......by *shotsfiredimagedown

blueberries...by *shotsfiredimagedown

turquoise....by *shotsfiredimagedown

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

sunny explode...by *shotsfiredimagedown

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

Photography by David Kovalski (shotsfiredimagedown).

little bird....by *shotsfiredimagedown

little bird dancing...by *shotsfiredimagedown

MOVING SKIES

     A roof under the blue roof, the travelling clouds painting constantly the sky with new shapes and colours. Moving is changing, evolution, eternal transformation, birth and rebirth. There’s no final dawn or sunset, only the reassuring flowing of the elements. They will return, they always return. They were born in the ancient home of the soul. They take the soul to her earthly home, again and again. The home is always there. The sea, the earth, the eyes… mirrors and eternal companions of each other. Imagination itself lowers its head and bows before the ever-changing beauty of the sky. Shiny blue, clouds of white, stormy gray, orange-pink delight, the whole palette of the will-bow… the visible footprints of the soul, always heading to the perfect home.


Eternal return

Life has only days
Suns, Moons and Seasons
Time without hours, minutes or seconds
Nothing repeats
Except the renewed novelty of each day
Each day is a wish
That rises from within
To shine until the last nightfall…

São Ludovino, 23/11/2013 – 2:07 a.m.

Side by side

Take me to paradise
Around the corner
In front of the large window of dawn
Coffee can wait
Let me taste first the creamy Curacao of the morning sky
It’s good to see you again around this grassy table
Our feet kiss the ground
While our eyes dance with the musical clouds…

São Ludovino, 23/11/2013 – 2:18 a.m. 

Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Moving skies, Praia Grande, Sintra, Portugal, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 Moving skies - Autumn travelers I, photography by São Ludovino.

  Moving skies - Autumn travelers II, photography by São Ludovino.

  Moving skies - Autumn travelers III, photography by São Ludovino.

SOLITARY SAILOR



Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

 Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino. 

 

 

Solitary sailor, photography by São Ludovino.

 

REBIRTH

     The sand fields went on and on unto the eyes could gaze. Thousands of times, they had stared in wonder to the white-golden sands waiting for the night reflections. Hundreds of shooting stars crossed the sky in every direction and then fell on the sands without a sound and only explosions of light and colours. And after the rain of stars, each night they would sleep on the sands, listening to the voice of the sea, covered only by the warm veil of the Milky Way.
     Until one night the stars didn’t rain over the sands. Their eyes felt lost and the night became colder and colder. They could hardly sleep and an overwhelming fatigue invaded their bodies. The man’s skin was changing colour and his hands were becoming weak. He craved his fingers on the sands like claws trying to find a steady ground on the air. But he couldn’t grab anything.
    In absolute despair, the woman looked around, picked a shell, opened the man’s hand and put half of it inside. Somehow, the shell gave the man enough energy to stand up. He looked to the horizon beyond the sands and began to walk. The woman tried to follow his weak steps but she couldn’t. Her legs were paralyzed. She could only move her arms and cry. She opened her arms and cried “Please, don’t go!”
    Either the man didn’t hear or he couldn’t stop. The distant horizon was like an invisible magnet pulling him to the distance. And while he was walking he was slowly turning into sand and dissolving into the sands under his feet. The woman kept crying and watching the man disappearing.
    When finally she couldn’t see the man… only a shadow in her memory… she fell down and lost conscience. Time passed, nights without raining stars, dawns without hope. And during all that time she didn’t move. She kept holding the other half of the shell she had put in the man’s hand. She wasn’t even sure if she was dead or alive.
    In the high tide, the sea would cover her but even then she wouldn’t move. Her body would float on the waters, motionless… until the low tide laid her exactly on the same spot where she stood before; always looking towards the sands, forgetting there was a sea behind.
     One morning, when the tide was beginning to fill up, she heard a human voice coming from the sea, a very familiar voice that she never ceased to hear inside since the man was gone. She turned to the sea and for the first time she tried to get up and use her legs to walk. And she stood up without effort, as if pulled by an invisible hand, and walked towards the waves.
    Her eyes were blurred for the experience of trying to see reality after so long looking just inside. Overwhelmed by pure amazement and joy, she saw a well known figure walking out from the waves.
    The man walked towards her, smiled and whispered gently “I’m back! I’m back to where once I belonged!”   

São Ludovino, 21/10/2013 – 1:37 a.m.

    

SOLITARY SAILOR, photography by São Ludovino.