What I want to love

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want … More

How strange it is…

that after all we’ve been through We are strangers again. “We have all hurt someone tremendously, whether by intent or … More

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 … More

VV.

Vladimir & Vera. While reading about Vladimir Nabokov and his letters to his wife from the day he saw her till … More

αγάπη είναι

να κρυφοκοιτάω κάτω από το “ρούχο” σου αυτά που κρύβεις χρόνια και να χαιδεύω τις “ραφές” σου. Three years ago … More

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 … More

Untitled. Like lovers who ate each other’s heart.

Uncategorised, untitled, undefined, un-us. © All of my photographs are Copyrighted and All Rights Reserved. They may not be used … More

Storm

It is not morality that makes us weak. It is the excuse of being moral that feeds our weakness.

Like a floating ballon over London

“I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a … More

Memories

Past is just stories we tell ourselves.