Falling - fotografía 2007 © alfonso brezmesY sin embargo, ahí están las fronteras para ser traspasadas, el mundo para volver a ser descubierto, la vida para morderla, mientras se deje...
Todo son preguntas, nada es para siempre: heridas que el guerrero exhibe con orgullo ante sus dioses tutelares al regresar al poblado, como diciendo: superé todas y cada una de las pruebas. Estoy vivo...
Certainty of almost anything...
And nevertheless, there are the borders to be trespassed, there is the world to be rediscovered, life to be bitten, as long as she lets herself...
Everything are questions, nothing is forever: wounds that the warrior exhibits proudly before his domestic gods when returning to the settlement, as if saying: I passed each and every proof. I am alive...
13 huellas dejadas:
beautiful fall... floating or flying or drifting... or diving into space. Did she fall or was she pushed?
It reminds me of the dreams of flying at the age when I thought I really could gently land from our 3rd floor window. I still remember that sensation. Why did I not try when I was awake as I was convinced I could? Why always to imagine landing gently and not flying away? I don't know. My childhood flying was always to rise up slowly in the air and to land safely. Children are almost as strange as adults.
I am glad nothing lasts forever. Makes all these scars we warriors wear all the more valuable - fighting the good fight even though it is all bound to turn to dust. Or fly into thin air.
How beautiful your artwork is.
Se superarán todas y cada una de las pruebas.
No hay otra opción.
Un beso,
Lula.
p.d. Preciosa banda sonora. Once or twice, even more, you never know...
La irresistible atracción de la caída de la que hablaba Kundera. Por el camino se encuentran las respuestas, a base de superar pruebas.
I completely agree with that, Alfonso, but I wonder if you can get too many scars from falling down and being wounded in battle. You know, the kind of scars that disform your body and make your skin ugly and disfigured. The kind of scars that you don't show proudly and would rather hide, even from yourself, and not be reminded of.
Sometimes there is a constant falling down and a constant battle, it gets very tiring after so many of them. You don't feel like a hero anymore and hardly like a survivor. More like a victim of a terrible road accident.
But, I do appreciate your wonderful imagery and your poetic words, there need to be more of them in this world, otherwise it gets so harsh.
Frances: who knows if we decide to fly or we are pushed? in fact, there is a brief Apollinaire´s poem about that: "Come to the edge" he said-. They said "We are afraid". "Come to the edge" he said. They came. he pushed them, and they flew."...
Rima: so goog to see you back . hope everything is well up there. Ia agree with your point of view: it shows a lot of self-acceptance and matureness. Thanks for your words...
lula: algo para sonreir: en el cartel de la pelíccula "Once" no se dieron cuenta y pusieron "¿Cuántas veces encuentras al amor de tu vida? Y debajo, en mayúsculas, el título de la peli: "Once" .... ;P
Eva: Kundera, hmmm. Uno de mis favoritos, ese recorrido lúcida por la peil humana. y hay quien dice que está pasado de moda...
Irene: self-acceptance of our own scars: that is a good task for a life. The hardest proof for a wounded warrior... Hugs
Me alegro de que continues superando las pruebas, supongo que al menos, una vez superadas, tienes la certeza de ello, de haberlas superado, heridas aparte, heridas que, por otra parte, son prueba de algo, dan fe de, dan certeza de ...en un mundo de certidumbre de casi nada, que no es poco, algo de certidumbre.
Bue, peor la incertidumbre y que escasee la esperanza.
Apuesto tambièn...què es lo peor que puede pasar?...
que no te pase "ABSOLUTAMENTE NADA".
Un gran beso, Alfonso
Juan: desde luego, las heridas como recuerdos de algo, las cicatrices como medallas de guerras pasadas...
Uma: qué alegría verte por aquí de nuevo: me alegra que no te olvides... Y sí, calro, que nos pasen cosas, pero a ser posible no ab-so-lu-ta-men-te-to-das-ma-las, ok?? besos ;P
"Once" tiene algo especial, difícil de desprenderse de la memoria, ese sabor a fruta madura y amarga a la vez... y algunos temas podrían arrancarte unas lágrimas tan dulces que sería hasta un placer llorarlos al escuchar.
pocas certidumbres, sí, pero seguro que las suficientes como para hacer un atillo y emprender cualquier viaje sin retorno...
Now that I think of it, I think she is floating and she has invisible wings that are stretched like membranes between her arms and legs, making her safe in the air and landing her gently on the ground.She does not crash land in a bloody heap.
Yes, we must always see the optimism in the story and also see that of the warrior with his battle scars, because it is his honor to come back form the battle scarred, but alive. There is where his pride lies and in the evening, around the campfire, he will tell of his exploits and be proud of them.
Make every second count...even if you're falling. Wish I could fly with her :)
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