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| Northern soul surgió durante mi estancia en el Norte y ante la necesidad de unir fotografías y textos, recogiendo una serie de sentimientos y reflexiones de esa época de mi vida. Espero que os guste. |
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| (The runaway) |
"I need solitude.
I need space.
I need aire.
I need the empty fields round me,
and my legs pounding along roads,
and sleep,
and animal existence."
V. Woolf.
I looked for
a place I could call home.
Somewhere
beyond
sea and sky,
red and
green.
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| (Arrival) |
Red and
green sheltered me.
All this
shadows only exist for the light.
To be again,
first you shall die.
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| (The forest) |
I long for
a peace I’ve never known.
A blue veil covered
all that was bygone.
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| (The calm) |
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| (Sadness) |
No symphony in my chest,
How can this silence be so loud?
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| (Silence) |
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| (Eternity) |
If nothing is real,
If I’m ethereal,
Is this just
a dream?
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| (The dream) |
The cold
comes from within.
There’s a lump
inside
stifling me.
I cannot
breathe.
This is not me. |
| (The hurting) |
But a road with no destiny still leads somewhere.
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| (The road) |
My igniting soul
sways with this winter lullaby,
still not asleep.
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| (The North) |
I could
listen to the night in my chest,
where all
the flowers bloomed dead.
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| (The Night) |
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| (The Light) |
