Homesickness is not to know. Not knowing what to do with the days were longer, not knowing how to find jobs that you cease thinking, not knowing how to overcome the pain of a silence that fills nothing.
This photo is dedicated to Carlos Lopes Franco.
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Carlos Lopes Franco Muito honrado e grato peo teu gesto, Fernando. Uma foto cheia de significado que muito me diz e que nos recorda, também, um belo dia de fotografia. Grande abraço, meu amigo.
19 May 2011 at 12:58am
Marianne Charlotte Mylonas-svikovsky Yes, the fado so typical of portugal, it's soul. the phrase is terrible, Fernando! I can understand ... I have written poems about it and if one comes to me again, I will send it to you although It probably will be in French. the photo is stupendous! such an excellent illustration and the little man fills my heart with compassion. 'm sorry this exists too much in the world and that so often people don't have the strength to overcome or then don't want to sometimes ...Somehow it keeps them warm, better than nothing,.. strange isn't it!
21 May 2011 at 11:25am
Marianne Charlotte Mylonas-svikovsky Fernando, this is the poem that this picture and the last sentence of your comment, inspired to me just after se
The silence ... is nothing left but THE PAIN
This silence in music is only expressed THE PAIN is left (fado)
I dwell and live, my soul is emptiness in silence expressed ... nothingness so full of pain I cannot express I cannot overcome THE PAIN OF MISSING that silences express
Nothingness, so full, is only left THE PAIN in silence the nothing in missing is left
The silence, the nothing, the missing ... I don't know how to express ...
Overcome, I do not know, overcome I cannot do
THE PAIN is silence in music only fullfilled The "nothing" is left ...
Overcome ... this nothingnesses' silence I cannot do
THE PAIN, the, the silence, the nothing are mine.
The silence of missing's nothingness is full of PAIN, all mine.
2 Jun 2011 at 12:38am
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