Iceland
This is a glimpse of the Earth. I have learned how to feel the rain on the ocean and the wind of the glaciers within myself. Whitman said, “Perhaps someone was asking to see the soul? Watch your shape, your appearance, persons, substances, animals, trees, the running rivers, the rocks and the sand.” And he continues, “Everything continues and shall, nothing shall be erased”. In these places, the land and the sea speak to those who trample their black sands, glaciers, and the language of time written on the volcanic scree. Memories sediment indicating the past, showing the future with fire, and the Earth that vibrates within us. Nature always speaks through forms to her lovers; and as the hand of a father with the force of time, strokes the stones and mosses, extinguishes the desert flames, and sends white snow and blue ice flying high. In the colors, you lose orientation, seeming to see everything for the first time, to live a new life, to know a new creator, to return to the placenta; the shock of rebirth, to wipe one’s eyes with light of the purest sources.
In these harsh lands, to stop without expectations, to let yourself soak it in, allow the bones to shake the cold music of creation and space, to let the heart be penetrated by the perfumes of the world, revealing to the eyes such delicacy, feeling reluctant to even touch the water. Every corner is shown as a measure of the balance, of the masterpieces forged from the most violent forces. It is a demonstration of how silence is the music of the soul and that it is chaos which creates the most delicate and graceful melodies. There is no loneliness or despair in these landscapes, still in time to when we were just embryos, but inspiration, model, catharsis for those who live, look and taste the flavor of the purity of the world stripped of all his artifice that does not tend to infinity , continuity and life.
I’ve never seen so many rainbows and of such size. If I had a mirror in front of me I would be a sun.