dilluns, 4 de setembre de 2017

The fog

They were walking towards the dark side. One of them sang this song...

This only can be a nightmare,
a confused dream
a painful travel
without sense, without destiny.

It only could be a nightmare,
a trap without doors
where dark feelings lives
where you have all and nothing.

This vision, this confusion,
this misperception: the grey
sorrow falling on my 
shoulder: thoughts under the stars.

It only was a nigthmare,
an unwanted visitor in a one-way trip.
A nonsense map.
And lost in this dark..., the fog.

And the people around, laughing and floating, told him he has to stop drinking.

photography: "the fog", kodachrome transparency and text by © inercies_ 

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