📷Travel Photography

A SECRET
My father wore sandals of wind,
only now do I know.
He wore sandals of wind,
and this is not just a figure of speech.
He wandered far away, eyes adrift, expression in nowhere,
with the miraculous instants that make us be everywhere.
He wandered far away, my father, dreaming, erring, roaming,
but all his absence was
the failure of being,
only now do I know.

He wandered far away, or we felt him far,
it amounts to the same,
and yet we always saw him there,
planted in absorbed stillness,
on the black-streaked oak stump,
hollowed by the worm that devoured its core,
as caterpillars hollow out apples,
strangely quiet, withered, resigned,
in his strange roaming,
his eyes watery in a sorrow that now pains me
like a lost appeal, an aborted courage.

Absence was woven of such grief, so stained with failure;
absence was
proud and desolate, proud and sad, above all sad—
sadness, yes, solemn and unrelenting sadness—
only now do I know.

At times, he seemed like an eagle crossing the skies,
a blue trail
indistinguishable from the blue it cut through,
so that it was neither eagle nor even
the trace of its flight to make
the dream real.

My father was a man consumed by longing
for what had never happened, and it eroded him,
viscera by viscera,
as those caterpillars crumble apples.
And then—now I know—he wore agile sandals,
miraculously light, free, imaginative,
moving from chance to chance, from star to star.
His fabulous sandals were made of wind,
carrying him where no one else could go.

The others didn’t know it, nor did I,
we only saw him seated on the old stump,
black-streaked like a fossilized star.
That’s why everything was more irrevocable and sad for him—
I know it now, too late.
Too late is a pain of remorse
that consumes me, viscera by viscera,
as those caterpillars crumble apples.

But in any case, there exists a secret
we both share,
jealously, sparingly, indecipherably,
like cunning conspirators
who make their secret
a magical, inviolable treasure.

A simple secret:
What you felt, Father,
I feel now for us both.
I feel it for you,
I feel it for me.
Even as we are devoured by it.

"FERNANDO NAMORA"

I am sharing photos of landscapes, moments and experiences. Nature and sea are the most visited themes in my photo collection, but any attention-grabbing aspect can be photographed. Hope you enjoy it...

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