Solitary I watch, the byproduct of letting my world burn to the ashes of thoughts, leaving me alone with the emptiness of a forbidden world of mental misconceptions. It will always be dangerous to look through the stained glass of personal history, as our footprints earn the sweetbitter taste of a suffocating nostalgy that hurts inside. The light that once stepped in my way no longer stays inside, and has lost the praised gift of frightening all the gelid whispers that inhabit me. The warmth of special and unique moments has been cut by a hole in the sky, by which my unconscious mind enters, visiting my living room, taking a cup of acid tea, and daring to remember, remember, chewing the past, the present and the future of my condition.
Solitary I watch, and wait, gelid, for a new greenhouse...
José Ramos
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Photo taken at Quinta da Regaleira - Sintra - Portugal
