Ignition

 

Journey to the Moon.

Journeybird Orion

Moondance 

At night the moon crosses the river.

In silence and on the path towards the Moon.

The arrival is still an illusion, a thought, imagination. Its in his mind, its close, distant, fareaway, in thought, the arrival was seen, touch and felt in another life. 

The moonlight in the eyes. 

Seeing the white light, the light within, blind and feeling hurt inside. The moonlight erasing memory fields and straits of the body and soul to zero.

Will the bird be swalloed by the thought and the voice, by the moonlight that's calling him, 

Moon

by something subnatural and powerful, by someone unknown

that lives in the infinite darkness that surrounds him?

A door opened

and a black hole swalloed him. 

To where it took him?

To heaven or to hell?

Well, it took him to the moon on a highway.

N G R 161: The Ghost of the Navigator

Gaivotas

 

Uma Gaivota voava voava...

São as gaivotas que voam de lua em lua.

 Aquelas que mergulham e beijão as sereias das águas do rio. 

Aquelas que entre as suas viagens pousam em estátuas com mil anos de histórias.

Aquelas que saúdam os anjos, as crianças, todas as pessoas boas que caminham pelas margens do rio.

As outras, The Seagulls, são como diabos perdidos que vagueiam as asas entre terras e mares.

And her, she travels to Poland with a white top on her bagage. Because she doesn't have too many clothes. There's so much and nothing to do there, its what it seems!

You wonder, what was she thinking when she packed inside her bagage, her lipstick, her black dress, parfum and red shoes? Before traveling in what and where were her thoughts?

You wonder, what is she thinking now? What she thought today? The message that she post on her social media, what it means?

Sands and dunes? Trees, demons?