this is the place where I belong Volcanic rocks, hard lightaridity, loneliness, bare beauty lack of ornaments... just the vast sea of lava. Here and there a green spot reminds how the life reveals itself in other placesbut not here, not here. Life here is made of salt, wind and sand no trees, no big mountains, no rivers no shades... just a merciless sun ridges and curves and, far away, the ocean. After a quarter of century or moreI am walking here again: the wind blows and the sun is setting my feets remember how to jump from one rock to another my eyes get loss in the hues of black my heart makes a little dance and I breathe deeply, once and again. I remember how naive I still was the last time I walked about this solidified magmaand realize that the naivety and the old joy of vivre the hope and the confidence are still with me and are awakening while I contemplate my old friend, the volcano and feel how the old pain starts to be the propelling force that will lead me to an even better place.
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17.8.13
DAY 365+98
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Love the texture of the volcanic rock. Your photos and words are lovely. Found you through Creative Every Day!
Beautiful and true feelings, Zena. Thank you for sharing. sending you much, much love
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