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Nassia KapaJuly 24, 2016August 3, 2016photography, portrait, thoughts

As I looked at her sleeping in her own bed this time, next to our loyal little yorkie, I remembered one of the books I literally read in one day and brought tears in eyes.

“When I am alone in my apartment these days, not often, but sometimes, I will say softly out loud, “Mommy!” And I don’t know what it is – if I am calling for my own mother, or if I am hearing Becka’s (daughter) cry to me that day when she saw the second plane go into the second tower. Both I think.
But this is my story. This one. And my name is Lucy Barton.”

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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. © All of my photographs are Copyrighted and All Rights Reserved. They may not be used or reproduced publicly in any way without my written permission. View all posts by Nassia Kapa