40/2025
Estava escuro. Ele caminhava pela noite após ter conseguido evadir-se de uma prisão à qual tinha sido condenado sem acusação nem direito a defesa.
Com o coração ferido e a alma gelada, resolveu partir sem destino, guiando-se apenas pela Estrela Polar que aparecia de vez em quando por uma aberta nas nuvens.
Brilhava o sol. Depois de uma violenta tempestade a que ela miraculosamente sobrevivera, a alegria pela vida leva-a ao acaso pelas ruas da cidade e arredores desfrutando de coração cheio daqueles pequenos detalhes que passam despercebidos ao comum dos mortais.
Os dias passam. Todos os dias antes de recolher ao seu abrigo improvisado, ele fica a observar a luz do farol distante que trabalha pela segurança dos navios.
E passa ela também. Enquanto contempla o farol, repara nele e mete conversa. Naquele momento ele aprende a sorrir e a sonhar. Sem que o Tempo dê por isso, juram caminhar lado a lado, seja pela estrada lisa e recta, seja pelo tortuoso caminho de cabras.
E é assim já há algum tempo. Todos os anos neste dia contemplam o farol que os uniu e comemoram a vida, ao natural, sem corantes nem conservantes.
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It was dark. He walked through the night after successfully escaping from a prison to which he had been sentenced without charge or the right to defense.
With a wounded heart and a frozen soul, he decided to set off without a destination, guided only by the North Star that occasionally appeared through a break in the clouds.
The sun was shining. After a violent storm that she miraculously survived, her joy for life led her haphazardly through the streets of the city and surrounding areas, enjoying with a heart full of those small details that go unnoticed by ordinary mortals.
The days passed. Every day before retiring to his makeshift shelter, he watched the light of the distant lighthouse that works to ensure the safety of ships.
And she passed by too. As she gazed at the lighthouse, she noticed him and struck up a conversation. In that moment, he learned to smile and dream. Without Time noticing, they vowed to walk side by side, whether on the smooth, straight road or the winding dirt path.
And it had been like this for some time. Every year on this day they contemplate the lighthouse that brought them together and celebrate life, naturally, without dyes or additives.
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40/2025
Estava escuro. Ele caminhava pela noite após ter conseguido evadir-se de uma prisão à qual tinha sido condenado sem acusação nem direito a defesa.
Com o coração ferido e a alma gelada, resolveu partir sem destino, guiando-se apenas pela Estrela Polar que aparecia de vez em quando por uma aberta nas nuvens.
Brilhava o sol. Depois de uma violenta tempestade a que ela miraculosamente sobrevivera, a alegria pela vida leva-a ao acaso pelas ruas da cidade e arredores desfrutando de coração cheio daqueles pequenos detalhes que passam despercebidos ao comum dos mortais.
Os dias passam. Todos os dias antes de recolher ao seu abrigo improvisado, ele fica a observar a luz do farol distante que trabalha pela segurança dos navios.
E passa ela também. Enquanto contempla o farol, repara nele e mete conversa. Naquele momento ele aprende a sorrir e a sonhar. Sem que o Tempo dê por isso, juram caminhar lado a lado, seja pela estrada lisa e recta, seja pelo tortuoso caminho de cabras.
E é assim já há algum tempo. Todos os anos neste dia contemplam o farol que os uniu e comemoram a vida, ao natural, sem corantes nem conservantes.
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It was dark. He walked through the night after successfully escaping from a prison to which he had been sentenced without charge or the right to defense.
With a wounded heart and a frozen soul, he decided to set off without a destination, guided only by the North Star that occasionally appeared through a break in the clouds.
The sun was shining. After a violent storm that she miraculously survived, her joy for life led her haphazardly through the streets of the city and surrounding areas, enjoying with a heart full of those small details that go unnoticed by ordinary mortals.
The days passed. Every day before retiring to his makeshift shelter, he watched the light of the distant lighthouse that works to ensure the safety of ships.
And she passed by too. As she gazed at the lighthouse, she noticed him and struck up a conversation. In that moment, he learned to smile and dream. Without Time noticing, they vowed to walk side by side, whether on the smooth, straight road or the winding dirt path.
And it had been like this for some time. Every year on this day they contemplate the lighthouse that brought them together and celebrate life, naturally, without dyes or additives.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Please notice:
Since September 6 I stopped receiving notifications, so I'm not immediately aware of who is visiting my photos and leaving a fave or a comment.
I've contacted Flickr support, and I'm waiting for the issue to be solved to be able to respond to your kind comments and faves.