Thursday, 25 November 2010
Oceanário de Lisboa near the Magellanic Penguin. It is not by chance that he was baptized with such a name. The places chosen to nest tend to make them real experts on climbing and diving from the rocky falls, with an hard access to the water but also to they're youngsters. Nothing macho here! It is the female that goes for the hunt to feed the little one's, while the male has to ensure the wellbeing and protection of the newborn penguin, on the first days\weeks of life. After a couple of weeks, when the child is strong enough to stand by himself, it can be found on Penguin Kindergarten. By now, it seems hard not to make the parallel with our own kind (mankind). With a swift step, because in the wild there is no time to loose, two and a half months later, the young penguin already follows his parents, playing and learning to hunt, in the water. It is life recreating life in the gesture and in the glow.
In the factory of life ethereal dough is shaped in the image and likeness of the creature will inhabit. Gentle, friendly, playful, beautiful and showy, this creature, lets us guess the intentions of the creator. In the factory of life, no elected or preferred prey or predators there. After much kneading, gentle but determined gestures in this primordial plasma, it is sometimes divided, split or nestled in tiny flakes of a thickness not always measurable. Like fireflies in a jar in the dark night, waiting time (as often forgotten) in the materialization of its shape and color preference. Factory Life, third street in the land of dreams, there are no miracles nor premonitions, no disappointments or disasters. It is there that is returned to the brightness all the creatures of light adorn themselves. I'll tell you more when I get back there...