…”like the smell of a flower”… Reflections…

… the tracks of  daily news, lead to violence unjustified and so called vigilantes to whom the right to life…

… and its value, is played upon by colour, and passport…

Morale, morals, morality, in a maelstrom that requires heavy support in order to not be brought down by a whirlpool of events…

… to find a highpoint to look out…

…and break the ice that keeps you held fast into a numb state of acceptance….

Bolted? Find keys, then bolt…

And the constant of images, transgresses time and place… the geography of pain and injustice, in the almost everywhere..

But, even though, the horizon seems to be endless, there actually is a bank on the other side, that you can reach.

If only, upon occasion, you do find the courage to do stick your arms and legs beyond the oppressive rule…

…capture the rainbow over the raging waters…

… and think of the masks in every confrontation….

Sobrevivientes….

…. desaparecidos, but not forgotten…

Cause there is always someone to lower the drawbridge for safe conduct…

… and surprise us in the midst of immobility and indifference…

…dancing in circles, from antiquity to Matisse,

… to stall the grim reaper…

… and pass through open gates….

So, tumble, turn things upside down…..

(Photo by Theodosis)

“Inhale”