closed, closed, closed
a thousand treasures it keeps in
closed, closed, closed
they will be soul experiences
children’s memories
passed letters
borrowed words
closed, closed, closed
a thousand treasures they keep in
that right now they are nothing
.
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///Post 242 INT 028/090205 - Closed
///photo: 080603/C6230 - Camino de Santiago - Foncebadón - León
///link: Spanish version - Cristal Rasgado - Cerradas
I think my comment in Spanish was misinterpreted so I shall try and do it better in English. The photo is lovely, like all of your photos. The colors, the poignancy.
ResponderEliminarIt made me think of Sartre's No Exit (or Behind closed doors). That's why it inspired me to say:
Open, open, open
to leave behind
the stare from the others
I sincerely believe most secrets tend to fester and that honesty is a releaser.
Warm hugs :-)
I like this poem
ResponderEliminarit's sad and not sad
it feels very much like life
we become memories......
the image is very expressive
hugs, Susanne