quarta-feira, 27 de setembro de 2017

Must Walk

A caminho da Transilvânia... Devo andar.

«Sometimes, as the road was cut through the pine woods that seemed in the darkness to be closing down upon us, great masses of greyness, which here and there bestrewed the trees, produced a peculiarly weird and solemn effect, which carried on the thoughts and grim fancies engendered earlier in the evening, when the falling sunset threw into strange relief the ghost-like clouds which amongst the Carpathians seem to wind ceaselessly through the valleys. Sometimes the hills were so step that, despite our driver’s haste, the horses could only go slowly. I wished to get down and walk up them, as we do at home, but the driver would not hear of it. ‘No, no,’ he said; ‘you must not walk here: the dogs are too fierce,’ and then he added, with what he evidently meant for grim pleasantry – for he looked round to catsh the approving smile of the rest – ‘and you may have enough of such matters before you go to sleep.’»
[STOKER, 2009: 31]

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STOKER, Bram. Dracula, Dracula’s Guest and Other Stories. Hertfordshire : Wordsworth Editions, 2009, pp. 576. ISBN 978-I-84022-627-0

© Pedro Cuiça (2017)

De regresso a casa; mas parte do meu coração ficou na Roménia, mais precisamente na Trans-silvânia... E andei. Não tanto quanto gostaria, mas andei :)

Pedro Cuiça © Biserica Neagra - Igreja Negra (Brazov - Transilvânia, 2017)

Pedro Cuiça © algures na Floresta (Transilvânia, 2017)

Pedro Cuiça © algures na Floresta (Transilvânia, 2017)

Pedro Cuiça © Busceni e Montanhas Bucegi (Roménia, 2017)

Pedro Cuiça © algures no Maciço de Postavarul (Transilvânia, 2017)

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