quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2008


Faz um ano que Elmer Symons entrou nas pistas eternas. Foi no dia 9 de Janeiro de 2007 que o fatídico acidente lhe tirou a força terrena e lhe deu asas para voar mais alto - o "Sunset Rider" como lhe chamávam, chamam e chamaremos para sempre...

Deixo-vos com esta singela homenagem ao #107, que se juntará à pedra que pedi ao Presid que juntasse à grande homenagem NOMADa.

A mesma pedra que se mete no caminho é a que usamos para contruir a nossa fortaleza!

One year ago, Elmer Symons went to ride the eternal pistes. Is was in 2007 January the 9th when an accident took its earthly strength but gave him wings to fly higher - to the "sunset rider" as it was called, as it's called, and allways will be...

I do this small homage to the #107, one more that will join the rock that i asked Presid (Carlos A) to put with others on the BIG NOMAD HOMAGE.

The same rock that steps on our path, will be the one that we use to build our fortress.

Special hug to Phill and Elmer's familly

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed,
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word.
It always was, let it be spoken without effect,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
Somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well.

Henry Scott Holland (1847 – 1918)

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