Fuga…


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Fuga...

- We are on the tenth floor in town.
- So what? Still there is a behind my .
I’m telling you, there is a sea!
Why can’t you see?
I dive deep with my into it.
I feeling the decay,
bringing together my intantion to leave it,
to come back later and stay,
fly away.

You think, it’s so important to think.
It’s boring to think about important things.
Come with me,
let’s sit together on my balcony,
stretching out our
to the fullest of our height,
piercing our eyes into the sea,
feeling the of flight.
You know, behind my balcony,
no where I can be,
there is always the sea.

It’s warm, if you need,
but it may turn into the fresh breeze
of thoughts passing by.
It’s home to me,
more homey than you, homier than I.
Emptiness surrounds it. Insensible.
See – I’m the element,
the depth of the sea.

 

by Adilija 

  • ApertureValue: f/14
  • ExposureTime: 1/800 sec
  • FocalLength: 18 mm
  • ISOSpeedRatings: 1000
  • Model: NIKON D90
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