FOTOGRAFAR PALAVRAS # 4936

FOTOGRAFAR PALAVRAS é um projeto especial, criado pelo querido Paulo Kellerman em 2016, e que continua a empolgar e surpreender com as múltiplas imagens que as palavras revelam. Um orgulho enorme fazer parte do coletivo. Participar é sempre uma declaração de amor ao projeto.


[Fotografar palavras is a special project, created by dear Paulo Kellerman in 2016, and it continues to excite and surprise with the multiple images that words reveal. I’m immensely proud to be part of the collective. Participating is always a declaration of love for the project.

Today’s collaboration is with my friend Fred Fullerton | Photos by me]

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Amor como um Enigma

O amor
permanece um enigma
para muitas pessoas
porque ele pode trazer infinita
alegria para uma pessoa
e um sofrimento devastador
para outra.

O amor
pode acender
instantaneamente
quente e intenso
como um incêncio
e então extinguir-se
num instante
deixando em seu rastro
um deserto de aflição
e luto.


O amor
pode confundir e sobrecarregar
aqueles que lutaram
e falharam nesse trio
clichê-
casamento
separação
divórcio

enquanto testemunham casais
que se apaixonaram jovens
e permaneceram apaixonados
devotados um ao outro
até a morte.

Outros, ainda, vivem sem
essas buscas e escolhem
a abstinência ascética
ou se acomodam com amizades

coloridas.


Love As An Enigma

Love
remains an enigma
to many people
because it can bring infinite
joy to one
and devastating misery
to another.

Love
can flare
instantaneously
hot and intense
as a wildfire
then burn itself out
in a flash
leaving in its wake
a wasteland of woe
and mourning.

Love
can puzzle and burden
those who’ve floundered
and failed in that clichéd
trifecta—
marriage
separation
divorce

while witnessing couples
who fell in love young
and remained in love
devoted to each other
until they died.

Still others do without
such quests and choose
ascetic abstinence
or settle with friendships

with benefits.

Melancholy

Melancholy

Voices and memories
linger among leaves
swaying in evening’s breeze

Yet fade as dusk descends
leaving silence in its wake
and a sense of loss

Nothing remains
as it once was
but what follows is fear.

A beautiful poem by Frederick Fullerton

Dreamers

Asleep
she dreams
of a man
not the one
sleeping beside her
but one from her past
Asleep
he dreams
of a woman
not the one
sleeping beside him
but one from his past
How the dreams differ…
Hers more erotic
intensifying gradually
kiss by kiss
stroke for stroke
the climax
Iingers in shudders
His hotter
more desperate
stormier
as pounding surf
on a shingle beach
ends gasping
They speak little
during breakfast
no “How did you sleep?”
their dreams lie
as secrets hidden
in nights past.

Poem by Frederick Fullerton

Fotografar palavras # 4569

Filme de Pele

pele
nosso milagrosamente
multifacetado
manto opaco
abraça-nos com firmeza
como um escudo protetor
da cabeça aos pés
contra uma coreografia
de danos

pele
revela em parte
a jornada do nosso corpo
do nascimento à morte
e o seu abuso
tatuado
com cicatrizes e manchas
gravado com rugas

pele
imagine fotos
antigas e recentes
seguidas
de um vídeo
escaneando
lentamente
os contornos da pele
ao longo do corpo
da cabeça aos pés

uma marca registrada e um lembrete
nada dura para sempre.

Skin Flick

skin
our miraculously
multifaceted
opaque cloak
hugs us firmly
shielding
from head to toe
against a choreography
of damages

skin
reveals in part
our body’s journey
from birth to death
and its abuse
tattooed
with scars and spots
etched with wrinkles

skin
imagine still photos
old and recent
followed
by a video shot
scanning
ever so slowly
skin’s contours
along the body
from head to toe

a hallmark and reminder
nothing endures forever.

Texto | text: Fred Fullerton

Fotografia | Photograph: Ana Gilbert

Fotografar palavras, um projeto do Paulo Kellerman. Dose diária de arte.

Meanderings of light

Inspired by my photo The wanderings of light, Fred Fullerton wrote this beautiful poem, translated by me.

Meanderings of light

Light is protean
often fickle
as it wanders
exposing or hiding

playfully dancing
a ballet of motes
on rays of sunshine
among shadows

its beams bend
or refract
as through a prism
to project colors
on all illumined
seen or not

light in a person’s eyes
reflect their color
penetrating
like an x-ray
secrets of souls
from birth to death

and then?

Frederick Fullerton

Meandros da luz

A luz é proteana
muitas vezes inconstante
enquanto vagueia
expondo ou escondendo

um balé de partículas
dançando alegramente
nos raios de sol
entre sombras

seus feixes dobram
ou refratam
como através de um prisma
para projetar cores
em todos os iluminados
vistos ou não

a luz nos olhos de uma pessoa
reflete sua cor
penetrando
como um raio-x
segredos de almas
desde o nascimento até a morte

… e depois?

Frederick Fullerton

The Mirror

Before the mirror
she regards her face
as if for the first time

Wrinkles and lines
betray her age and
she fears her gaze

Betrays her soul
and inner thoughts
revealing too much

Reminders of loves
both joys and torments
pre- and post-betrayals

She sees and feels
the burden of years
plagued by regret and guilt

Yet accepts the truth
it’s too late to dwell
in yesterday’s debris

She smiles then turns
walking away
to embrace the future.

Frederick Fullerton 2023

The Photographer works: A Ballet

Working
in her attic
studio
she
mirrors
a whirling
dervish
swirling
twirling
shuffling
gracefully
gliding
from one spot
to another…

Checking
her camera
re-focusing
testing
too
her lighting
calculating
highlights
shadows
distance

Consulting
a mirror
posing
standing
sitting
squatting
then rising
rising briefly
to a
demi-plié

Her thumb
repeatedly
presses
her
tiny remote
control
and
the shutter
clicks
clicks
and clicks
echoing
with
image
after
image

Satisfied
she stands
triumphantly
arms raised
exhaling
with a whoosh
cheeks
flushed
in a kind of
relevé
like a
ballerina.

Fred Fullerton, 2023

[thank you for your beautiful poem]

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A Fotógrafa Trabalha: Um Balé

Trabalhando
em seu estúdio
no sótão
ela
espelha
um
dervixe
rodopiante
girando
rodando
arrastando os pés
delizando
graciosamente
de um ponto
a outro…

Verificando
o foco
da sua camêra
testando
também
a luz
calculando
realces
sombras
distância

Consultando
um espelho
posando
em pé
sentada
agachanda
depois subindo
subindo brevemente
a um
demi-plié

Seu polegar
pressiona
repetidamente
seu
minúsculo
controle remoto
e
o obturador
clica
clica
e clica
ecoando
com imagem
após
imagem

Satisfeita
ela fica de pé
triunfante
braços erguidos
exalando
com um
suspiro
as faces
coradas
em uma espécie de
relevé
como uma
bailarina.

Fred Fullerton, 2023

 

 

 

 

Fotografar palavras # 4494

Ela fica nua diante de mim

Ela abre a porta da casa de banho
e a luz invade o quarto
ela parece uma sombra ambulante
e fica nua junto à escrivaninha
então, timidamente, vira as costas para se vestir.

Contemplo sua nudez de marfim
e reconheço como o tempo
roubou nossos anos
nossas décadas juntos.

Quantas vezes
eu a segurei em meus braços
beijei seus lábios, acariciei seu corpo
e fiz amor com ela?

Ela fica nua diante de mim
reacendendo desejos da juventude
mas o que resta são as memórias.


She Stands Naked Before Me

She opens the bathroom door
and light streams into the bedroom
she appears as a walking shadow
and stands naked at her bureau
then coyly turns her back to dress.

I ponder her ivory nakedness
and recognize how time
has snatched our years
our decades together.

How many times
had I held her in my arms
kissed her lips, fondled her body
and made love to her?

She stands naked before me
rekindling youthful desires
but what remains are memories.


Texto | Text: Fred Fullerton
Fotografia | Photography: Ana Gilbert

FOTOGRAFAR PALAVRAS, nosso projeto bonito, criado pelo Paulo Kellerman

The Photographer

For Ana

Her palette
of images

both
color
and
monochrome
speak
with
imagination
reflect
vividly
often
playfully

Her
thoughts
dreams
fantasies
life
with
intrigue
and
mystery

Her
portfolio
echoes
visually
an orchestra
but
what
music
would
accompany
it?

Samba
bossa nova
choro
axe
accented
with
cool jazz
riffs
or
the
haunting
melodies
and
lyrics
of
fado?

The photographer
shares
her
work
and
explores

light
shadows
angles
curves
textures
distortions
in objects
interiors
exteriors
landscapes
seascapes
and
people
their bodies

especially
one body

Hers.

Her
self-portraits
entice
tease
challenge
even
seduce
as
she
masks
her
face
and
body
with shadows
while
adding
contrast
with
playful
compositions
of
light

An observer
views
her
images
and
fantasizes …

running
a finger
across
her lips
then
kissing
them

stroking
her
body
slowly
gently
exploring
savoring

the
feel
of
her
skin
first
with
hands
then
with

lips …

Imagining
her
reaction
her
voice

sighing
or
moaning

and
what
might
follow

Her
photography
reveals
just
one
dimension
of
her.

Frederick Fullerton 2023

[thank you so much for your beautiful words]

Haiku

blossoms kiss bare skin
a prelude to sweet passion
morning comes too soon


Frederick Fullerton