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MIRRORS (Augusto Peixoto) Part-1.
Jorge Luis Borges
MIRRORS
I escaped from all mirrors of Birth:
And clear amalgam, followed by -
Beginning and end of the space,
Inhabited by only a reflection;
And the ghost of water, so similar
From the deep blue of the sky,
That bird to fly cross,
That dazzled by the sudden shiver;
And lacquer, whose lifeless surface
Toumani is marble, the rose,
That wears out a dream,
By silent surface of sailing -
For so many years, words and deeds
Many wearied sublunary world,
Ready to ask what the game of fortune
Inspire me with dread of mirrors?
Metal whether fugitive glow zmeitsya
Or caoba scarlet at dusk
Tucked erases fog
Guise of dreams and the dreamer -
They are everywhere, which became the fate
Cannons ancient curse -
Fetal likeness, as if the act of conception,
Always on guard and always with you.
Multiplying the world and extending,
Beckon puzzling cobwebs;
Sometimes, in the evening of their depth
Toumani sigh shadow still alive.
They - everywhere. Their pupil permanent
And sneaks into the bedroom, making it difficult
To be alone. Here is someone - a stranger
Shadow with his smoldering scene.
Accommodates all mirror world deep,
But do not remember the depth
Where we read - strange rabbis! -
Conversely written line.
King of the evening, hypocritical Claudius,
I did not think himself a dream,
Until he saw himself on the stage,
Where mime without words told him the truth.
Mirrors and dreams at our disposal
Do not count, and every day in their banal
Carries a canvas and unreal
World that weave our reflections.
God with the secret intention (I figured it out)
Its elusive Structures
Raised up for us out of darkness and dreams,
Unattainable glass and light.
God created the dream giver in the dark
Night and mirrors silent reflection,
Letting us know that we - just shadows.
Only dust and ashes. Hence - our fears.
MIRRORS (Augusto Peixoto) Part-1.
Jorge Luis Borges
MIRRORS
I escaped from all mirrors of Birth:
And clear amalgam, followed by -
Beginning and end of the space,
Inhabited by only a reflection;
And the ghost of water, so similar
From the deep blue of the sky,
That bird to fly cross,
That dazzled by the sudden shiver;
And lacquer, whose lifeless surface
Toumani is marble, the rose,
That wears out a dream,
By silent surface of sailing -
For so many years, words and deeds
Many wearied sublunary world,
Ready to ask what the game of fortune
Inspire me with dread of mirrors?
Metal whether fugitive glow zmeitsya
Or caoba scarlet at dusk
Tucked erases fog
Guise of dreams and the dreamer -
They are everywhere, which became the fate
Cannons ancient curse -
Fetal likeness, as if the act of conception,
Always on guard and always with you.
Multiplying the world and extending,
Beckon puzzling cobwebs;
Sometimes, in the evening of their depth
Toumani sigh shadow still alive.
They - everywhere. Their pupil permanent
And sneaks into the bedroom, making it difficult
To be alone. Here is someone - a stranger
Shadow with his smoldering scene.
Accommodates all mirror world deep,
But do not remember the depth
Where we read - strange rabbis! -
Conversely written line.
King of the evening, hypocritical Claudius,
I did not think himself a dream,
Until he saw himself on the stage,
Where mime without words told him the truth.
Mirrors and dreams at our disposal
Do not count, and every day in their banal
Carries a canvas and unreal
World that weave our reflections.
God with the secret intention (I figured it out)
Its elusive Structures
Raised up for us out of darkness and dreams,
Unattainable glass and light.
God created the dream giver in the dark
Night and mirrors silent reflection,
Letting us know that we - just shadows.
Only dust and ashes. Hence - our fears.
artist Augusto Peixoto
Locations: Gaia - Porto - Portugal
Favourite genre of music: Metal
Favourite photographer: Misha Gordin
