I light a cigarette as I think about writing them, And in that cigarette I savour liberation from all thoughts. I follow the smoke as if it were my personal itinerary And enjoy, in a sensitive and capable moment The liberation of all the speculations With the conscience that metaphysics is a consequence of not feeling well. Afterwards I throw myself on the chair And continue smoking. As long as Destiny allows, I will keep smoking. And the rest, let it come if it must, it doesn't matter......(Fernando Pessoa)
The smell of cigarette smoke, is not it could be a relief from all thoughts. Breathe poison and enjoy it??? My choice is the smell of roses that really relaxes, soothes the mind and soul.
Beautiful photos, I like your artistic expression through this picture.