Loneliness is standing alone in front of a red sky, like a vein of clouds beating alive.
Διαβάζοντας “για την μοναξιά” της Φρανσουάζ Ντολντό Υποσχέθηκα στον φίλο μου, που συχνά με “επισκέφτεται” σε τούτο εδώ το “σπίτι”, … More
“You have it all”, he told her crossing his fingers with hers, “but then again you seem to be missing … More
“What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the … More
a spontaneous journey where the traveller leaves their life behind for a time to let the spirit of the landscape … More
“I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a … More