Falling into despair, searching for myself

ABOUT CONTEMPLATION: Sometimes, when I am alone, I get lost in the landscape. I like to create theories and think that I understand them. They are poetic theories. Let me explain: The Sun is the conductor of the landscape. It knows, it sets the tone: it is a god! The pagan god of beauty and color, giant and punctual. The mountains and their topographies have something musical that hypnotizes me. I can hear the peaks and valleys of their silhouette. I know that music is embedded in the Earth's horizontal silence. In every landscape, an arrangement of silence embracing everything. In the shell of things, the textures and colors. What are the birds? My God! Small creatures that sing and fl...View all