Where I’m calling from (to be continued)

speak stoic there

wish

her stoic presence

the stillness of her thoughts

and the trees

singing forever

*

I came across these sculptures in the garden of the Fine Arts Faculty of Porto University… on another walk (re)discovering the neighbourhood around my office.  Interesting how quickly the strange becomes familiar, the road a routine…even so, some days one awakes to the sky, a newspaper kiosk never noticed before, your face in an antique mirror left on the sidewalk.

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