…mutuality is heard, unites us like an invisible underground tunnel. Our oneness is like an energy that comes back and forth, unbreakable, endless, no matter how far we are, no matter how many thousands of miles set our bodies apart, this energy is what defined us, what will justify our memory. Blissful nourishment flows within our bodies. One.
In one’s quiet room, promises unmade cannot be broken. Words ain’t spoken. In our quiet room, we will always be one. After all… memories are “stories we keep telling ourselves”
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Nassia Kapa is the woman who writes this blog. She gets obsessed with songs she imagines herself living in and plays them on repeat mode. She loves coffee with an ice cube, airports, hugs and long kisses, would never say no to gin and tonic, to story telling book covers and shoes. By changing pair of shoes, you walk in different pace, directions and you see new people from another point of view. She lives in south London and loves taking long walks in neighbourhoods she has never been before.
Passionate about poetry in words, in feelings, in body language.
Touched by anything that can make her brain molecules obey her heart's strong will. Lost in Opera arias and ballet. Drunk in jazz and art.
Hello, my name is Nassia. I am not a photographer. I just feel, it happens to have a camera around.
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