.flamingos over London sky.

“shall I write it in a letter? a song I can’t get out…Can I take it to a morning, Where the…

There are poems inside of you, that paper can’t handle.

make love like you have no secrets like you’ve never been left never been hurt like the world don’t owe…

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A poem, a love story, thousands of photographs

Όταν ενα ποιήμα μοιάζει να μιλά για την ζωή (μας) …να γίνει το σώμα σου ενα με το δικό μου…

old friends are always there

self rediscovery. lens is the same but my mirror is different. what you see is what you don’t know yet.

The greater the story, the more bitter the end tastes like.

One night in London, months after the silence, words showed the consequences. Our silence too. The passion of a kiss,…

We are stars under the night sky.

I woke up at 4.30 and looked at the sky outside my window and felt so overwhelmed by the absolute…

The Unsaid

“I want to write a novel about silence… the things people don’t say” |Virginia Woolf| Sometimes the unsaid is the…

snowflake skin |απαλό σαν χιόνι|

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud…