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[luizafaquinello]

You sounded like you were touching the ground for the first time and I listened like I was in the between, getting a little closer to earth but still flying a bit. This feeling tickles me as I get fascinated by my joyfulness & there is a bliss living in the corner of my eye. Such tenderness… in absolutely everything at the end of my Head. Grass, rocks, transparent cloths and the smell of your fresh coffee. Life is as bearable as the image of the lemons that won’t stop growing and as enlightened as our table that you turned into an altar using only lilies and half broken porcelains. I can finally feel the silence, touch it with my wet hands and moving body. When I’m sitting in the sun and losing all my thoughts, I dream about being, at once, in the air, earth, water and fire. I recollect our beautiful suppers and dream that all our animals would sit with us and enjoy a fog made out of laughter after a cup of mint tea. I dream about picking flowers and giving them new names and I dream about learning how to tell from which direction the wind comes from. At night, when all this dreaming also rests, I forget about it and remember about it at the same time, as you tell a joke.

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São Francisco do Sul, Brasil

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Sandy

Thoughts; I wonder about being on the earth, moving my feet steadly, grounding my thoughts entirely. Although if I was I wouldn’t write you a word. I like it up here. The smell of ideas flowing, twisting, becoming air in seconds. I capture nothing, lose everything, so beautiful. It’s an infinite carousel: the next spin won’t bring the same horse. Ever. How vicious can it become? Being bursted by so many lights, laying on clouds, drinking my coffee with vanilla, the laughs echoing in the same direction of the wind… I seek for very mundane things in the sky. Back to earth, carrying bruises, I would be seeking for very heavenly things. What’s wrong with capturing? Ending? In my 26 years I carry everything that ever happened to me like bells. Can I rest or only dream? Can I forget or only take pictures? A lyric in my head sings: I can’t wait till we are afraid of nothing.   

Filme 35mm revelado e digitalizado em casa 35mm film developed and scanned at home

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Sandy

Filme 35mm revelado e digitalizado em casa 35mm film developted at home