In the vacuum of leaving and being left,
People are made.
The loved and lost.
The rejected and the survivor.
Life disciplines in silence.
Teaching when our mentors are gone.
In the light that creates shadows,
The darkness that craves the Sun.
Our comings; and our goings.
Our meetings and departings.
Make of boys, fathers
and women, daughters.
And the people that are made.
In the vacuum of leaving and being left,
Are never lost, just forgotten.
-for those lost, just not forgotten by Chataeu Bezerra
People are made.
The loved and lost.
The rejected and the survivor.
Life disciplines in silence.
Teaching when our mentors are gone.
In the light that creates shadows,
The darkness that craves the Sun.
Our comings; and our goings.
Our meetings and departings.
Make of boys, fathers
and women, daughters.
And the people that are made.
In the vacuum of leaving and being left,
Are never lost, just forgotten.
-for those lost, just not forgotten by Chataeu Bezerra
Fragments of you
“Those who have a memory are able to live in the fragile present moment. Those who have none, don’t live anywhere.” —Patricio Guzmán, Nostalgia for the Light
Nostalgia for the Present
Self Preservation
Work in progress
