Fotos: Chronosfer. Uma manhã de cada vez. O mesmo lugar, a mesma árvore, os tons se transformam. Pode estar azul o céu, pode estar com o alaranjado/amarelo iluminando retinas. Os olhos são as minhas manhãs. Neles, quando olho a vida, passo a acreditar que podemos viver em um mundo melhor.
One morning at a time. The same place, the same tree, the tones are transformed. The sky may be blue, may be with orange / yellow lighting retinas. The eyes are my mornings. In them, as I look at life, I come to believe that we can live in a better world.
ChronosFeR 
BEAUTIFUL times a zillion, my friend! I love seeing out Your window at different times. I look out of ours and think it’s all such a beautiful, flowing work of art. Your post brought a huge smile. And that music!!! LOVED it!!! Obrigado e Felicidades!!! 🙂
I like to call my window “a window to life”. in a small physical and geographical space, life multiplies, opens possibilities, renews itself, because it is never the same. it’s a teaching I earn every day. Obrigado e Felicidades!!!!!!
Your eyes, your photographic eyes, and also philosophical eyes are amazing, I wished to be able to read your words in your own language too, I know there are more than translation version. Thank you again, still I am listening to this musician… Love, nia
thank you so much, I know that the translation always gets incomplete but it is still a means of communication and good that it exists. the muisca is made here, in the south of Brazil. love, fernando.
Inspired me again 🙂 Thank you, and welcome dear Fernando, greetings and love from İstanbul to Brazil, nia
always, nia.
Lovely…..🤗
Everything full with hope and love and art in your page… Thank you dear Fernando, music fascinated me, how makes me feel good, I am crazy with this instrument, and with this kind of melodies.. Thank you, you made my day, Have a nice day, Love, nia
I’m glad. and your day be even happier.
I am a happy one but in the dept always there is a child crying… Thank you, Love, nia
we are. love, fernando.
Mais um belo reistro
muito obrigado, Felipe. aliás, gostei muito da tua churrasqueira. e olha, sou gaúcho, e não tomo mate nem faço churrasco. um grande abraço meu amigo.
Kkkkkkk kkkkkkk valeu, fico show de bola não é sempre que dá, mas quando surge oportunidade faço um churrasquinho kkkkk
ainda vou tomar um mate e fazer um churrasco. só não prometo. abraços.
De preferência fazendo alto registros com sua câmera.
aí já é demais…rsrsrsrs…
beautiful music and images.
thank you so much.
the music is typical of the region where I live – Rio Grande do Sul – and the instrumentalists are the most talented and creative of Brazil. Yamandu, guitar, plays a lot in Europe. When I posted it, I thought to myself that you would like it. I’m glad you did.
yes, you thought well, in fact I appreciated it and put it on my youtube list
O título do post me faz lembrar uma frase do Stephen King. Certa vez, em uma entrevista, ele foi perguntado sobre como ele escreve. Sua resposta foi: “Uma palavra de cada vez”. O entrevistador achou que ele estava de brincadeira, mas ele falou sério e explicou que não sabe o que virá depois, as palavras surgem e ele escreve. É assim que as coisas devem ser na vida, uma coisa de cada vez, sem querer fazer tudo ao mesmo tempo. Tudo no seu tempo.
Belas fotos.
Grande abraço.
e ele está certo. lembro que certa feita, entrevistado, me perguntaram sobre inspiração e respondi: não tenho, trabalho com uma ideia e depois de defini-la saio a procurar as palavras. é bem isso. olha, Alan, como profissional sempre tive este caminho, o das ideias. funciona bem. muito obrigado pela ótima contribuição. meu abraço.
O tempo e o olhar mudam, transformam-se, e dessa forma sãos sempre esperança. Esperança em algo melhor, um dia de cada vez e todos os dias desta nossa vida. Seja com céu azul, alaranjado… ou enevoado!
Boa música!
gosto desse cada manhã de cada vez, algo sempre novo desperta e a gente pode sonhar e tornar realidade. a manhã tem essa qualidade, que a vida sempre renovada. muito obrigado pelas palavras. o meu abraço.
Thank you for the view of “your window of life”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I thank you for your sensitive and gentle presence which makes me very happy.
I feel lucky find eyes like yours !!
The Photographer
T’was my friend’s wedding day
Was dressed up to have a ball
We reached the venue
and beautiful was it all
The bride sat shining
and smiling most times
Her expressions so mixed,
wonder what went through her mind!
I sat through the side,
and looked all around
There was a tall guy, I noticed
A watch he had worn, on his right wrist
He had specs on his eyes
and lens in his hands
He zoomed in and out,
moved like a spy
He captured every expression
which missed the normal eye
Don’t think he talked much,
he spoke through his eyes
I controlled my gaze
looked here and there
pretended to be busy
as if I didn’t care
As we friends planned to gather,
gather on the stage
to click a picture with friends
the groom and the bride
I moved around the light stand
to give him a helping hand
“Thank you!” was all he said
with a hard to forget smile
I wonder why I din’t speak with him?
What held me behind?
It saddens me more now,
to hear from my friend,
he wasn’t from my town
and came from a far land
I will see him again though,
through pictures of this day
When they’ll be posts on Facebook
Imagining him standing behind
Today, photography has been my language. I always liked to write, but from time to time the eyes began to express themselves. are simple photos, perhaps that is why they translate our everyday dreams and reality. Thank you so much, you can not imagine how happy I am.
Keep opening windows for “blinds” !!!!!!!!!
Happy to meet you!!!
me too! the windows and doors will always be open.
Great Ute. thank you so much!