AFTER THE FAIR
They wander down the road,
Singing without reason
The last hope given
To the last illusion.
They mean nothing.
Mimes and fools they are.
They go together yet different
Under a seeing moon,
Immersed in dreams
They couldn’t even name,
And they sing those verses
Remembered without wanting to.
Pages of a dead myth,
So lyrical!, so alone!
They have no cry in their voice,
Barely even their own voice;
And the infinite ignores them
As it ignores us all.
"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 |