.letting go.

My good friend Berkan once said “Oh, the pain we are willing to feel in order not to separate.” And he was right. Back then, we were discussing about an other friend of ours who could not decide whether she could move on with her life on her own or simply follow the path of…

.mother.

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!”…

.πές μου ενα παραμύθι να το ζήσω.

Μπήκα στο τελευταίο βαγόνι του τρένου και στάθηκα κόντρα στην πόρτα με το χαμηλωμένο παράθυρο. Έκλεισα τα μάτια καθώς το τρένο ξεκίνησε πάλι και ένιωσα το λυτρωτικό αεράκι που διασχίζει τα βαγόνια. Αφέθηκα μέσα σε μια βαθειά αναπνοή. Περίμενα μέρες αυτή τη στιγμή, χωρύς να γνωρίζω πότε θα έρθει. Άφησα σκέψεις να πλάσουν την ιστορία μου, αυτή…

.the morning after.

07.10. On a blue chair. Under a thick white sheet. I was half awake half asleep when the nurse came in for the morning round. Her voice – always a voice awakes a feeling in me – sounded so sweet that I smiled at her before I had even opened my eyes. Good morning. I…

.skin.

I have been trying so hard to stop taking photos being motivated by what I feel, and focus on what I see. It did not take me long to realise I am a person of this quality, the quality and strength to embrace every feeling, no matter how negative it might be, and let it…

sleepless in London, II

19th June 2016 03.57 am Have you ever had a dream that felt like your souls met somewhere out there and spoke to each other? shadows of bodies in black and white putting their long, soul made hands around each other in fluid shape of hug, as if two different liquid elements come together |effortlessly…

I am a soul gone to seed

I lit the candles and let the taste of the first sip of yet another cheap Côtes du Rhône melt with a deep inhale of strong cigarette in my head as I watched the rain fall on my windows. I undressed and got under warm water. Human body is a mean of creation, gives birth…

.pre-sence.

presence. the state or fact of existing. occurring. or being. present. Η λέξη απουσία κρύβει μέσα της τη λέξη ουσία. Ύπαρξη. Νόημα. Όλον. Η ιδέα γεννήθηκε μέσα μου από πολύ νωρύς και ζεί μαζί μου. Η απουσιά. Η παρουσία. Πάντα κάποιος έλλειπε, γι’αυτό όταν ήταν παρών, το σώμα μου ήταν ενα μικρό περιβάλλον, ενας χώρος, που…

.Soulmate(s).

Η γραμμή της καρδιάς στην παλάμη σου. Earlier today, I read this quote “I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star”, by Emery Allen. Soulmates. Do they really exist? Have they ever existed? Or have we created this illusion to feel less lonely…

.E.

My mom was about to leave the room when she stood up and touched my grand mother’s little, elderly fragile hand of wounds and life full of memories. She felt my grand mother was awake, she was back from her nightmares and demons disguised in what we call Alzheimer, in a way to make it…

.άνοιξη.

Η γέννηση της αλήθειας, ή μάλλον το ξύπνημα μιας αλήθειας που εκκολάπτοταν από παράγραφο σε παράγραφο της ζωής. Η στιγμή που ακούς αυτή την αλήθεια να προφέρεται από τα δικά σου χείλη, είναι η έναρξη σε κάτι που μοιάζει να ζούσε πάντα μέσα σου αλλά πια γεμίζει όλο σου το σώμα, ρέει ορμητικά, αδιάκοπα μα αρμονικά, τόσο…

Heart

Cause we are stronger where we’ve been broken. We feel that every time someone new gets closer to the Heart. Inside of the heart of a flower. As fragile as human heart. © All of my photographs are Copyrighted and All Rights Reserved. They may not be used or reproduced publicly in any way without…

False Impressions

It was when we stood in front of the red wall in Fitzwilliam Museum that my friend looked at me and asked me not to judge her and told me she needs to talk to me. I could feel she was struggling to cope with something but I had never asked in the past, not…

Ακόμα πιστεύω οτι

…δυο άνθρωποι έχουν φτιαχτεί για να είναι μαζί. Κάπου διάβασα “Πιστεύω οτι δυο άνθρωποι ενώνονται στην καρδιά τους, και δεν έχει σημασία τι κάνεις, ή ποιός είσαι ή πού μένεις. Δεν υπάρχουν όρια ή εμπόδια εαν δύο άνθρωποι εχουν φτιαχτεί για να είναι μαζί.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Μέρος Ι Φόρεσε το κόκκινο δερμάτινο μπουφάν του και ήταν έτοιμος…

33 | single | in London

Sarcasm is the most subtle way to admit the truth and my translator when I speak to myself. Sunday routine is one of my favourites. Coffee with cookies in bed, listening to new albums I have already traced back in Rough Trade or after indulging myself in stalking my friends on Spotify, and reading one…