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Στο Τίμο, για την πιο γλυκειά αλήθεια που μου θύμισε κανείς εδω και μήνες, μοιάζουν με αιώνες… “ψαρίλες (συναισθηματισμοί) θα…

Un rendez vous improvisé sous la lune

a spontaneous journey where the traveller leaves their life behind for a time to let the spirit of the landscape …

Baby, I’ll behave If you let me stay Please don’t say That I’m begging you for love.

now lighting more cigarettes pouring new drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is Charles Bukowski

an inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. so I take photos of what I see when a feeling…

έπιασα το τετράδιο μου και το στυλό από το Πομπιντού να γράψω δυο τρείς λέξεις για μένα, τον εαυτό μου…

Francis Bacon’s Last Interview – On Violence, Meat and Photography FG: The scream? FB: We are born with a scream;…

“They tell us all these stories About women who became unforgettable Because they walked away And their absence opened up…

One of those lovely relaxed Sundays under winterish sun at my most favourite park