I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

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Image Title: I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

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By: Pedro Beça Múrias
Copyright ©2005

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Photographer	Pedro Beça Múrias {Karma:2076}
Project	#16 Poetry in Pictures	Camera Model	Nikon Coolpix 8700
Categories	Deep Blue	Film Format
Portfolio	Only in Usefilm for the money	Lens	Nikkor ED
Uploaded	2/14/2005	Film / Memory Type	128 Lexar
		ISO / Film Speed	0
Views	646	Shutter
Favorites	1	Aperture	f/
Critiques	11	Rating	5.64 / 7 Ratings
Location	City - State - Country - Portugal
About	Here I Love You (Pablo Neruda) Here I love you. In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me. The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

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Carlos

{K:12969} 4/15/2005

linda imagem Pedro...

Dubravko Grakalic {K:25235} 2/15/2005

nice photo
perfect

Jeanette Hägglund {K:59855} 2/15/2005

So unusual and so special - i really like this shot, for me it set questions. A "anchor graveyeard".... Excellent! This together with the about is amazing!

Jeanette

Francesco Martini

{K:12249} 2/15/2005

very good and original picture!!!

SERDAR SAGKAN {K:4764} 2/15/2005

nice shot. congrats