I am proud to participate in a massive event in Thessaloniki, that brings music together with photography. If you happen…
Colours.
When your face appeared over my crumpled life at first I understood only the poverty of what I have. Then…
αγάπη είναι
να κρυφοκοιτάω κάτω από το “ρούχο” σου αυτά που κρύβεις χρόνια και να χαιδεύω τις “ραφές” σου. Three years ago…
none.
We exist in others’ life as long as they remember of us or simply, you are what they recall of.…
devenir
in order to re-become, you must die first. deleting photographs is like experiencing the whole story again, you remember every…
Talgo.
“…Δεν διάβασα αμέσως το γράμμα σου, κάθισα σε μια πολυθρόνα, το έβγαλα από τον φάκελο, διάβασα τις πρώτες γραμμές και…
Un mar de lágrimas
…Branches, seas, bitterly went into faraway eyes. Ursas majors. voices…hushed. life. Flower. He does not see the colour. He has…
The art of letting yourself go.
Wake up. Early in the morning, just right before the sun appears on sky. Stay silent, feel your presence in…
Η ζωή είναι…
να δίνεσαι. Στον έρωτα, στα πάθη σου, στην μεθυστική αγωνία του άγνωστου, στα λάθη που σε οδηγούν σε νέες αφετηρίες,…
Six years later
…So long had life together been that once the snow began to fall, it seemed unending; that, lest the flakes…