SONG
Do sylphs or gnomes play?
In the pine groves there graze
Shadows and gentle breaths
Of musical rhythms.
They sway as if on paths
Of roads unknown to me,
Or like someone who among trees
Shows themselves or hides away.
A distant, uncertain form
Of what I shall never have...
I scarcely hear it, and almost weep,
Yet why I weep, I cannot say.
So faint a melody
That I scarcely know if it exists
Or if it’s only the twilight,
The pines, and my sadness.
But it ceases, like a breeze
That forgets the shape of its sighs;
And now there is no music
But that of the pines.
"Fernando Pessoa"
I am sharing photos of landscapes, moments and experiences. Nature and sea are the most visited themes in my photo collection, but any attention-grabbing aspect can be photographed. Hope you enjoy it...
| Category | #thediarygame |
| Location | Havana - Cuba |