Palmyra

(the ruins of Palmyra, city of the queen Zenobia, Syria - photo by O Coxo)

Eden's river

(The Euphrates river seen from the ruins of Halabyya, photo by O Coxo)

Resafa

(Basilica in the roman ruins of Resafa, north of Syria - photo by O Coxo)

desert with a view

(Lake Al Assad, north of Syria, photo by O Coxo)

Aleppo

( Umayyad mosque, Aleppo, Syria - photo by O Coxo)

the music in my head

Home, let me come Home
Home is whenever I'm with you
Home, yes I am Home
Home is wherever I'm with you

I follow you into the park,
thru the jungle thru the dark
Girl aint never loved one like you
Moats and boats and Waterfalls,
Alleyways and payphone calls
I been everywhere with you

Laugh until we think we'll die,
barefoot on a summer night
never could be sweeter than with you

Home, let me come Home
Home is whenever I'm with you
Home, yes I am Home
Home is wherever I'm with you

(lyrics from the music "Home" - Edward Sharpe and the magnetic zeros)

o meu caderno encarnado

(texto de O Coxo)

trago comigo
um caderno onde guardar as lições

as lições que outrora morriam nas fossas abissais
ou nas marés
enquanto no horizonte barcos e sóis mentiam
candidamente
e o tempo construía um imenso fóssil
de palavras sedimentares

trago às vezes comigo a involuntária
vontade de mentir
(como os barcos e os sóis)
sobre a necessidade de viver o crepúsculo
pelo interior das veias

à noite escrevo o meu próprio sangue
nos lençóis
ou então sufoco no sobressalto da cor
e da memória
- a muita memória -
do meu caderno encarnado

La Frontera

(Lhasa de Sela, 2004)

Markha Valley

Just arrived...

next stop

(Leh, Ladakh - India)

Exotic destinations

(from the book "Quotidiania Delirante", by Miguelanxo Prado)

Slumberland II

Morning arrives with audacity. Anguish and light, spilling with disdain over anonymous objects. Dreams fading so quickly that I forget to write them down again. I stare at the notebook and try some words:

"morning arrives with audacity"

and I forget the rest.

I decide to follow my shadow back into the night, hoping that uncounciousness will feed my pen. To my surprise, darkness is a blaze. It could be the moon or just open shutters.
I reach my notebook and write, believing that I am actually writing on my notebook:

"morning arrives with audacity"

I don't seem to be getting too far so I open my eyes. There are two moons in the sky. Could be two bulbs on a ceiling but I swear it is two moons. One of them tells me there is no such thing as two moons. I don't believe her because moons cannot be trusted. I reach for my notebook and write:

"never trust a moon you have never seen before"

and then morning arrives.

with audacity.



(text by O Coxo)