flap, flap flap, no flop no flop. you rather flap, lest you flop, que besteira essa! and i see you in the distance, way too far, streneously beating your wings, headwind slapping you off, and the burnt smell of your confusion spreading around, miles radius. your dark browninsh smoke of desorientation is at stark contrast with the overcast sky. flap or flop! they always come with these deceitful maxims, very alluring at times. flap or flop. have you ever tried to use the breadth of your wings and give gliding a go? you remind me the elephant tied up to a stone, little heavier than a pebble. eventually you will fall, downright. and if you hit the ground, again eventually, maybe that is all you need, eventually it will make you smile.
Pedro Campos is the photographer who will join 
you every 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).
