I am a mirage...

Jul 27

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” — Marcel Proust

Photographer - Gordon Parks, 1952

Photographer - Gordon Parks, 1952

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Last Dawn

Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
How much we are who are so little!
Outside a taxi passes
with its load of ghosts.
The river that runs by
is always
running back.
Will tomorrow be another day? 


Octavio Paz

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks, 1952

Photographer - Gordon Parks, 1952

Don’t Go Far Off

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long 
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station 
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. 

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because 
then the little drops of anguish will all run together, 
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift 
into me, choking my lost heart. 

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; 
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. 
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest, 

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far 
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, 
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Pablo Neruda 

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

“Whatever comes, don’t push it away. When it goes, do not grieve.” — Mooji

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks

Photographer - Gordon Parks, 1952

Photographer - Gordon Parks, 1952

Photographer - Gordon Parks, 1952

Photographer - Gordon Parks, 1952