In gardens beyond
In all my moments of spiritual liberation there was a dormant sorrow, vaguely blooming in gardens beyond the walls of my consciousness, and the scent and the very colour of those sad flowers intuitively passed through the stone walls, whose far side (where the roses bloomed) never ceased being a hazy near side in the obscure mystery of who I am, in the drowsiness of my daily existence.
(Fernando Pessoa)
Vintage EF macro lens.
Greg GE 16/06/2019 15:35
My God Jana (I looked at your photos in the wrong order), how beautifully and pertinently you re-interpreted Pessoa's words... and what a beautiful, beautiful excerpt you chose.Keep up the good work - for work it is.
Rpix 16/06/2019 13:31
Geheimnisvoll und interessant. Gruß Rolf