Fotos: Chronosfer. Os pássaros nos ensinam a viver com amor e simplicidade. Com persistência e sonhos. Não importa onde repousam seus corpos cansados pelo dia. Em meio a tantos fios e postes e galhos de árvores, a casa acolhe. A vida é feita de viveres como os dos pássaros. Um dia aprenderemos.
Birds teach us to live with love and simplicity. With persistence and dreams. It does not matter where your tired bodies lay by the day. In the midst of so many wires and poles and branches of trees, the house welcomes. Life is made of things like birds. One day we will learn.
Profound message: there is indeed much still to learn. Sometimes, though, you may not be able to do what you have learned. I suppose the time we are able to is when the dawn arrives.
it is true. in the post, maybe in an unconscious way I posted the photos in reverse, from the house in the foreground to the place as a whole who knows thinking in my background in what you wrote. The dawn is for me always more than the beginning. is always the new.
I wish I were a bird on a wire,
As they gather at sunset, the world to inspire.
Huddled on every square inch they can find,
Like clumps of seaweed on a fowled anchor line.
Gleefully gathered in their grand social state,
Warming the wires as the cool day gets late.
I smile as they share both their warmth and their song,
Then cheerfully welcome the night that’s so long.
In that fellowship of feathers you never will see,
A better example of what God meant to be.
the poem brought me Leonard Cohen and his song “Bird on the wire”. thank you so much!
It’s beautiful Fer✨
hi, Asia, miss you too.💕
Whenever I come to this blog, I feel like a refuge, like at home. And I appreciate so much that you tell me so friendly, with your music, your images and your deep reflections …
here is your home and you are always welcome. I learn from you. Thank you always.
Lembrei de casa.. Uma casa que será sempre minha, já não sendo… Uma casa que ficou em meu coração, perdida no tempo…
sabe, quando olhei esta pequena casa ali, bem colocada, na eletricidade dos fios e sei lá mais o quê pensei em como seria morar ali. e de alguma maneira passou a ser também a minha casa….
É curioso, não? Como coisas tão simples podem nos tirar de nós mesmos… 🙂
é a mais pura verdade….