SIMPLE SILHOUETTES, Photography by Suy and Luzia, my daughter

THE GIFT OF MAKING TIME STOP, a poem by Suy

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my

daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

With the hair waving in the wind, time flewamong the grass and the flowerswhich the hands gathered,just to give them to the cloudswhere they never withered.

Junça, Portugal, photography by me, 2009.

Time flewbut nothing changed.

Junça, Portugal, photography by me, 2008.

All this is life, all this contains the same horizon,the same timethat turns hair white,plants stars in the cosmosand merges into the same memoryremembrances of now,remembrances of yore.

It is in the fluttering of my hairthat the wind tells me:You have the gift,the gift of making time stop…

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Junça, Portugal, photography by me, 2008.

Photography by me, 2009.

Photography by me, 2009.

Junça, Portugal, photography by me, 2009.

Junça, Portugal, photography by me, 2008.

Juna, Portugal, photography by me, 2008.

Photography by me, Algar Seco, Carvoeiro, Algarve, Portugal, August

2009.

Photography by me, 2008.

Peniche, Portugal, photography by me, 2007.

Peniche, Portugal, photography by me, 2007.

Junça, Portugal, photography by me, August 2006.Natural colours. That’s not a fire in the sky, it’s a

natural sunset in the mountain (near Serra da Estrela, Portugal)

Junça, Portugal, photography by me, August 2006.Natural colours. That’s not a fire in the sky, it’s a

natural sunset in the mountain (near Serra da Estrela, Portugal)

Junça, Portugal, photography by me, August 2006.Natural colours. That’s not a fire in the sky, it’s a

natural sunset in the mountain (near Serra da Estrela, Portugal)

Photography by me (Suy), 2008.

Photography by me (Suy), 2008.

Photography by me (Suy), 2008.

Photography by me (Suy), 2008.

O DOM DE FAZER PARAR O TEMPO 

De cabelos ao vento, o tempo voava

por entre as ervas e as floresque as mãos apanhavam,

apenas para as dar às nuvensonde nunca murchavam.

 O tempo voava

mas nada mudava.O sabor das torradas,

o Sol que amanhã voltará a nascer,o canto da mesma eterna ave

que volta semprenuma nova Primavera,

o saltitar do regato,sempre outro,

sempre idêntico ao mesmoque brotou da nascente. 

 Por entre as pedras do caminho,

os passos descobrem todos os diasum novo caminho, um novo rumopara chegar, como por encanto,à mesma casa, à mesma árvore

à mesma pedra, à mesma sombra,o exacto ponto onde o tempo parou ontem

e hoje retoma o seu cursorumo ao vento,o mesmo vento

que nunca parou de abrir caminhos.O mesmo sopro cálido que toca a pele

e segreda ao ouvido: tudo isto é a vida,

tudo isto contém o mesmo horizonte,o mesmo tempo 

que embranquece os cabelos, planta estrelas no cosmos 

e mergulha na mesma memórialembranças de agora,

lembranças de outrora. 

É no esvoaçar do meu cabeloque o vento me diz: 

Tens o dom,o dom de fazer parar o tempo...

                                Suy, 24/3/2009 (2:00 a.m.)   

The Nest (at sunset), photography by me (Suy), 2009.

THE GIFT OF MAKING TIME STOP

With the hair waving in the wind, time flew

among the grass and the flowerswhich the hands gathered,

just to give them to the cloudswhere they never withered.

Time flewbut noting changed.The flavour of toasts,

the sun that tomorrow will rise again,the singing of the same eternal bird

that always comes backin a new Spring.

The hopping of the stream,always other,

always identical to the one that flowed from the source.

Among the stones of the path,the steps discover everyday

a new pathway, a new courseto arrive, as if by enchantment,

to the same house, to the same tree,to the same stone, to the same shade, the exact point where time stood still

yesterdayand today resumes its course

into the wind,the same wind

that never stopped opening paths.The same warm breeze that touches the

skinand whispers in the ear:

all this is life,all this contains the same horizon,

the same timethat turns hair white,

plants stars in the cosmosand merges into the same memory

remembrances of now,remembrances of yore.

It is in the fluttering of my hairthat the wind tells me:

You have the gift,the gift of making time stop ...

                                Suy, 24/3/2009 (2:00 a.m.)

The Nest (in day light), photography by me (Suy), 2009.

LE DON DE FAIRE ARRÊTER LE TEMPS

Avec les cheveux au vent,le temps volaitparmi les herbes et les fleursque les mains prenait,seulement pour les donner a les nuagesoù elles ne flétrirent jamais.

Le temps volaitmais rien changeait.Le saveur de pain grillé,le soleil qui demain renaitra,le chant de le même oiseau eternelqui revient toujoursdans un nouveau Printemps.Les sauts du petit ruisseau,toujours un outre,toujours identique à ce laqui est coulé de la source.

Par entre les pierres du chemin,les pas découvrent tous les joursun nouveau chemin, une nouvelle voiepour arriver, comme par enchantement,à la même maison, à la même arbre,à la même pierre, à la même ombre,l’exact point où le temps s’est détenu hieret aujourd’hui retourne à son coursvers le vent,le même ventqui n’as pas cessé d’ouvrir chemins.Le même souffle tiède qui touche la peuet murmure aux oreilles:tous ça est la vie,tous ça contient le même horizon, le même tempsqui blanchit les cheveux,plante des étoiles dans le cosmoset plonge dans la même mémoiresouvenirs d'aujourd'huisouvenirs d'antan.

C’est dans le vole de mes cheveux que le vent me dit :Tu as le don,le don d’arrêter le temps…

Suy, 24/3/2009 (2:00 a.m.)

Me, photography by Luzia, my daughter, August, 2009.

Tu ma doner le don de faire arrêter le temps,une autre fois.

You gave me back the gift of making time stop,again.

De novo me deste o dom de fazer parar o tempo, outra vez.

Photography by me, 2008.

TITLE: THE GIFT – Simple Silhouettes (photography) with a poem («The Gift of Making Time Stop»)

IMAGES: Photography by Suy / Conceição Ludovino and Luzia (my daughter). TEXT: O Dom de Fazer Parar o Tempo, um poema de Suy / Conceição Ludovino The Gift of Making Time Stop, a poem by Suy / Conceição Ludovino Le Don de Faire Arrêter le Temps, un poem par Suy / Conceição LudovinoMUSICSource: CD from my personal archive.Slide 1 to 38: Band of Horses, Factory, from the album Infinite Arms, 2010.

DURATION: about 4:50 minutes.DATE: August 2010.SELECTION, ORGANIZATION AND EFFECTS: Suy (Conceição Ludovino).

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