Sintra Photographer

Sergey C.

Fork trails in the woods.
What to choose for the path,
To avoid a dead end and the devil,
And whole to angels pass?
Three entrances to the grotto - in the darkness dead.
Entering one, you find the light.
And insecure, blindly.
You go, hoping for an answer.
Cascades of stairs and gazebos –
The same question –
Question for life so frequent,
And pungent, as if the vitriol:
"Where you aspire alone,
And what are you hiding in your soul?
Who was your prophet a long time,
But whose protégé are you?»
Hovers the Ghost of a Templar
Over the old garden of Eden creation kit,
Thoughtful millionaire,
What were the riches of the Almighty.
Regaleira Park, like Dante,
On nine is leading circles.
In each round, the tempo Andante
You need to find your Temple.