Paths and crossings

In the middle of the path there was a stone

there was a stone in the middle of the path

had a stone

in the middle of the path there was a stone.

I will never forget this event

in the life of my retinas so tired.

I’ll never forget that in the middle of the road

had a stone

there was a stone in the middle of the path

in the middle of the path there was a stone.

[in the middle of the path – poem by carlos drummond de andrade]

The different paths we take in life can bring us pleasant memories or make us remember how many stones we find in the middle of our lives. This beautiful poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade has exactly this meaning that, alluding to my photo of a path in a sugar cane plantation in the interior of the state of São Paulo-Brazil, brings to mind the hard path that rural workers in their daily hard work travel every day. A path full of stones, not easy to be walked. Only the strong make these crossings.

2 comments

  1. sloppy buddhist · March 10

    Heartfelt poem as well…and I appreciate your photos and how you see 🤓👌

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