Too much intensity will kill you...

Beauty hurts when it becomes sublime. The immensity of the feelings and sensations of a beautiful thing, moment, song, face, is so deep in our soul, that to embrace all that existence of beauty, with no limitations, is to give up of your own life and breath that other thing’s existence, even an inanimated one… http://picasaweb.google.com/Gibelinha/Sublime?feat=directlink

snarls of clouds // rosnar das nuvens

I've been taking these pictures, looking for something...
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I found this poem:

"One night I burned the house I loved
it lit a perfect ring
in which I saw some weeds and stone
beyond - not anything

Certain creatures of the air
frightened by the night,
they came to see the world again
and perished in the light.

now I sail from sky to sky
and all the blackness sings
against the boat that I have made
of mutilated wings"

- Leonard Cohen