arhat-nothingness:

O objectivo não é a perfeição mas o oposto. A simplicidade do simples torna-se difícil num mundo cujo a sua subjectividade se converte na complexidade objectiva.

Estes vídeos são meramente “entretantos” no que pretendemos fazer, podendo apenas servir de prefácio…

The goal is not perfection but the opposite. The simplicity of the simple becomes difficult in a world which their subjectivity becomes the objective complexity.

These videos are merely the “in between” in which we intend to do…This can only serve as a prelude…

arhat-nothingness:

The founders of Inverno Eterno (Ocultus and Nada) gather once again to create a unique and unpretentious form of art joining photography with music and poetry… to provide wings to the souls that would like the enjoy this experience far from beyond…

The formats of this gathering will conjugate 3 self-released items and due to that it will be limited editions:

- Printed Photography (hand numbered)
- Music in Compact Disc format 
- Poetry
Thanks to Black Insignia for the support.
photography: Arhat


Do not miss this magical aura!!!
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“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” 
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte


Black Insignia Photography
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"The Birds Are Still The Monarchs"

Black Insignia Photography

Sintra, what else?!
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My Abyssic Hate & Azhubham Haani Black Insignia ornaments 
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At the end of the day
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THE POET - Fernando Pessoa - by Black Insignia 
Old Gold Brooch (30 mm)
6 eur
Only one available
To order DeathSigilDistro@gmail.com

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"Para ser grande, sê inteiro; nada 
Teu exagera ou exclui; 
Sê todo em cada coisa; põe quanto és 
No mínimo que fazes; 
Assim em cada lago, a lua toda 
Brilha porque alta vive.”

Fernando Pessoa
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David Bowie by Black Insignia 
Silver Brooch (30 mm)
6 eur
Only one available
To order DeathSigilDistro@gmail.com
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"The understading of human nature living their illusions and games repulse me. I rather be in rotten nature than in rotten flesh." 
F.M.
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Creature of Nature.
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Everything dries.

Black Insignia Photography
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There are things we cannot describe with words.One of them is Sintra.
Black Insignia Photography
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Finally I’ve got some leather!
Making some mini leather pouches to be used as necklaces, to keep your talismans and precious stones safe and near you!
This is a work in progress, but I’m loving to work with all types of leather.
All of the leather pouches will be sewn by hand and all will be different.
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Summoning by Black Insignia 
Silver Brooch (30 mm)
6 eur
Only one available
To order DeathSigilDistro@gmail.com
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