Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Let the darkness of winter come into your life, watch her play tedious melodies, listen to the chords of melancholy. Look at all this bleakness, my love. Do you feel the nakedness of trees? Stoic poses, speaking the truth of many winters lived. No need hurry, my love. The light will change its skin soon. And we will be more in love with each other, with all the glowing colors and fascinating smells. We shall enjoy every breath of warmth together and looking at the trees we suddenly remember...Winter will be here soon.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Holding a cup of lousy coffee, hanging out on the balcony at 4 o'clock in the morning, watching over the city like a villain or a superhero.
Nobody sees me. It's just me, my camera and tripod and I'm wearing sunglasses to cover the sadness in my eyes. Too far up in the sky to be noticed, too far gone to return. I think of nothing else but you. And the moments we shared when we used to fly together...
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Like actors, old houses like to put on a new face, and play a new role each time somebody moves out and a new tenant moves in. They remain the same inside, same water running through their old metal veins, same noises coming out to play at night to tell a story of what was. Stay quiet, to listen and notice... and play along. Or you may ignore it and miss on many other worlds that existed in this place.