Reflections of Immortality.

The infinite sky, mirrored, reflected, almost contained in a tiny fountain in a remote village.
The boundless, the ethereal is contained, hugged and cherished by the enclosed, by a little cement square.
It happens.
Thanks to light and water: that are alive and donate life.

We are so small and yet we can contain and harbour within us reflections of immortality: of love, power, and wisdom.

We're mirrors.

And After the Storm.

I took these one August afternoon after one of those refreshing summer showers. The ones that arrive all of a sudden with thunders and lightnings and disappear just as soon as they arrived, leaving the air cooler, the atmosphere cleaner and everything shiny.
I played around with them with Photoshop and this is what happened...

"And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot."