Rays of sun enduring a valsa with perplex clouds. a tango will follow before the roasting red horizon closes the ball. soft lights and redeeming winds. upon my soul. for an instant the afflicted are let to receive grace and compassion, and to cleanse their foul mass of dirt and filth. 5 minutes of heaven, what a feast. those on the other side of the blue waters are due to dawn and to receive their golden bath of existential anguish. one day more. a tremor of compassion passes slowly down my spine. upon my soul, again and again. i look at you with a drowsing and yearning gaze, like the eyes of a women dreaming about passionate love. good lord! my jaws can frame words only, no sound of uttered speech comes about.
Pedro Campos is the photographer who will join 
you every other thursday at lundagard.net with his photo column.
He is studying human ecology at Lund university, and has previously exhibited works in Lisbon, Braga and Trbovlje (Slovenia).
