São Paulo, Brasil. Sep-2009.


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illusions perdues
"Si le but de la poésie est de mettre les idées au point précis où tout le monde peut les voir et les sentir, le poète doit incessamment parcourir l'échelle des intelligences humaines afin de les satisfaire toutes ; il doit cacher sous les plus vives couleurs la logique et le sentiment, deux puissances ennemies ; il lui faut enfermer tout un monde de pensées dans un mot, résumer des philosophies entières par une peinture ; enfin ses vers sont des graines dont les fleurs doivent éclore dans les cœurs, en y cherchant les sillons creusés par les sentiments personnels. Ne faut-il pas avoir tout senti pour tout rendre ? Et sentir vivement, n'est-ce pas souffrir ?" (Honoré de Balzac - Illusions Perdues, 1836)


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the three of me
Museu do Ipiranga, São Paulo, Brasil. Sep-2009.


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time to pray / hora de rezar
Ipiranga, São Paulo, Brasil. Sep-2009.


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the ruins of amon sûl
Parque Nacional de São Joaquim (SC).
Travessia de 3 dias (do distrito de Vacas Gordas ao Morro da Igreja, segundo ponto mais alto do Sul do país). Fomos guiados por Juan Rivas Beasley, fotógrafo e montanhista.
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São Joaquim National Park, Urubici, Brasil.
3-day trek through this national preservation area, beginning in Vacas Gordas ("Fat Cows") district, finishing in Morro da Igreja (Church Mountain). We were guided by Juan Rivas Beasley, photographer and mountaineer.
"The Men of the West did not live here; though in their latter days they defended the hills for a while against the evil that came out of Angmar. This path was made to serve the forts along the walls. But long before, in the first days of the North Kingdom, they built a great watch-tower on Weathertop, Amon Sûl they called it. It was burned and broken, and nothing remains of it now but a tumbled ring, like a rough crown on the old hill's head. Yet once it was tall and fair. It is told that Elendil stood there watching for the coming of Gil-Galad out of the West, in the days of the Last Alliance". (J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, 1954)


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