Moon

My camera died last summer, and so did my cat. It’s been sad, lonelier and boredom stroke.

I had to get a new phone recently and this one has a camera. I had no idea just how much I actually missed taking photos. I captured this one through a telescope, I think it turned out really nice. I need to get me a new camera!!

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Long sleepless nights praising Mother moon, I love the night especially the light in the night sky, an open book of neverending stories and wonder. We have a special relationship, the moon and I.

#moon#moonlight #moonlightmagic #telescope #nofilter#darkmotherdivine

Photo: moon as seen from Lisbon, around 10 PM, 24/04/18. Got her good 

GJ

“The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, 
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.

(…)
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness —
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.”


in The Moon and the Yew Tree, Ariel, Sylvia Plath

DesRazão

DESRAZÃO

meu corpo vivo

é crasso erro

tão grandes erros me correm

coagulados no sangue, comem

a luz da alma faminta

tropeço na noite

páro o mundo

tudo é da ilusão lenta

todo meu o sono

delírio é apontar à lua,

verter-lhe deleites, devolver-lhe o luar

GJ